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Friendly Sex - Chapter 1 - The Party

Eddie Munson X AFAB!Reader

Your 6 year long unrequited crush on Steve Harrington is starting to wear thin, and after discovering Eddie Munson feels the same way about Chrissy Cunningham you decide to make a pact. After all, what's the harm in a little casual sex between friends?

A/N: Story opens April 1986. Slight AU, all the events of seasons 1, 2 and 3 happened, except Hopper didn't get transported to Russia, the gate was closed and Joyce, Hopper, Jonathan, Will and Jane all move to California as one big happy family. Jonathan and Nancy break up (necessary for plot, apologies to any shippers). Nancy and Steve are together. Reader is 18 and in final year at Hawkin's High School, alongside Robin and Eddie etc. Reader works at Family Video with Robin & Steve. Vecna storyline is not a thing, strange things will not be happening. This has been festering in my brain and I don't know what to do with it, so, tada!

Warnings: NSFW. SMUT, (MDI) 18+ only, drugs, sex, alcohol, underage drinking, public sex, dirty talk, name calling in sex (consensual), explicit language, adult themes, there will be angst, it will get messy.

More warnings to be added.

Revised edition.

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It was Robin’s idea to go to the party, one of those let’s have a party for the sake of having a party, parties, the all American standard, under-age keg fest.

It was an unwelcome change from your regularly scheduled Saturday night plans of doing nothing.

But argue as you might, Robin had made it clear you were going, even if she had to drag you.

"I'm tired of watching your ass wallow in self-pity." She said in true blunt Robin fashion, pulling outfit after outfit out of your closet, throwing them haphazardly in your general direction.

"I thought you loved watching my ass." You bite back, holding up a rust-coloured corduroy mini skirt to your hips.

"Ha, ha. I'm serious though dude, this whole moping Minnie routine is getting old, you just need to get out there and get yourself laid." She groans, pushing past you, flopping face first onto your bed in frustration.

"The skirt looks good, you should wear it with your tan knee highs." She adds, laying on her front to look at you.

"I'm working on it Rob." You grumble, fishing your boots out from under a pile of clothes. "It's not easy to let go of a 6 year crush you know."

"Well maybe if you had made a move 6 years ago, we wouldn't be in this mess." She huffs in exaggeration.

"Gee, you're right, let me just hop in my time machine, go back and tell my 12-year-old self to man up and ask out Steve Harrington. Huzzah!" You quip dryly, yanking the zipper of your boots up none too gently.

"Honestly Harrington has a lot to answer for, it's like the women of Hawkin's see him and suddenly all rational thought disappears." Robin laughs.

"It's the hair." You agree, fluffing up your own in the mirror. "And only the great Robin Buckley, lesbian superheroine, is immune to its hypnotic powers."

"Then I must use my powers for good!" She declares in a manly tone, hauling herself off the bed to wrap her arms around your shoulders. "My mission, gentle citizen, is to break the spell cast over you." She places a wet kiss on your cheek casting an appraising eye over your finished ensemble. "Very hot."

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It's not that you disliked parties, after all it was a time honoured tradition to go to some random person's house whilst their parents where out of town and get absolutely wasted, chintzy picture perfect living rooms suddenly overrun with overactive hormones, sweaty bodies and dubious punch bowls, however after the initial buzz wore off you usually found yourself longing for the quiet solitude of your bedroom. Of course, when you express this to Robin, after half an hour of being there, she merely rolls her eyes in disgust, thrusting another cup of mystery alcohol in your hand, ushering you back into the throng of young adults.

"Would you stop?" She implores, holding your left shoulder with her free hand. "Your problem is you think too much. So, give those little grey cells a break by killing some of them off." She lifts her own drink in a mock toast, nodding at you to do the same.

"You are a terrible friend." You relent with a laugh, toasting quickly and taking a gulp, face scrunched up in distaste as the alcohol burns your throat.

"The very worst." She says with an evil grin, which fades somewhat as she focuses on something behind you. You turn towards the source, and despite knowing what you would see, your stomach still swoops uncomfortably at the sight of Steve or more precisely Steve with his arm wrapped around Nancy Wheeler looking incredibly loved up. "Shit." Robin declares.

"Shit." You agree flatly.

You move to go back towards the kitchen, but Robin takes your hand, holding you in place, Steve having already spotted you both, his own hand thrown up in greeting, weaving through the crowd with Nancy in tow.

"Fancy seeing you fine ladies here." Steve grins broadly, leaning in to give each of you a one-armed hug, your skin burning from his touch.

"Fancy that." Robin agrees sheepishly, you get a grim sense of satisfaction at the uncomfortable look on her face.

Nancy, who had been hanging off of Steve's free arm for the majority, leans forward to speak to you over the pounding music. "I love your skirt Y/n." She smiles sweetly; and you feel the rather irrational urge to stick pins in her bright blue eyes.

"Thanks Nancy." You call back, trying to return her smile. "I- uh -I like your bracelet." You say, noticing a golden glimmer on her wrist, plastering on the enthusiasm.

Nancy, being an actual angel, flushes with pleasure at your compliment. "Steve bought it for me." She sighs, toying with the gold bangle,

and you try not to urge as they share a sickening saccharine look.

"Of course he did." You mutter grudgingly to yourself, desperately wanting to escape.

"What did you say Y/n?" Steve asks absent-mindedly, still gazing at Nancy.

"I'm gonna grab another drink." You say in a clearer voice, not that it mattered, because at that moment Steve seemed to find a very interesting spot on Nancy's neck that required the immediate attention of his mouth. Grimacing you slip past them, purposely ignoring Robin's pleading calls for a top up and/or a sick bucket.

Reaching the kitchen, you chug a cup of punch straight off, before refilling it to the brim, whilst you knew alcohol wouldn't solve your problems it could certainly try and soothe the jealous beast currently roaring in your head at the human octopus that was Stancy.

Deciding the garden was the best place to avoid a front row seat to the lovefest, you steer your body around bumping and grinding couples, careful not to spill a drop of your precious emotional medicine. The backyard to your pleasant surprise is empty, the party having not yet spilled out, and the chilly night air was a welcome contrast to the stale humidity inside. You wander out onto the pristine lawn, and find yourself releasing a breath you didn't realize you had been holding, ears ringing slightly as they adjusted to the now muffled thumping bass.

"Well, well, well what brings you out here Sweetheart?"

You groan heavily at the teasing drawl behind you.

"I was trying to get some peace and quiet, but that's not likely to happen with you around, is it Munson?" You sigh, turning to face Eddie Munson who was perched on a swing set to the far right, slightly obscured in semi-darkness, but a Cheshire cat grin clearly plastered on his face.

"Ouch, you wound me." He says, placing a dramatic hand over his heart, still grinning away like an idiot. "Seriously though, I wouldn't have pegged you for this kinda gig." He gestures with his head back towards the party.

"It was Robin's idea." You mutter darkly, glaring towards the shut French doors.

"Well, if looks could kill, I'm guessing you'll have a best friend vacancy by this time tomorrow." He laughs again, which irritates you further.

"What are you doing here?" You deflect back, hiccupping slightly as you drink some more punch. "Place is like jock city in there, hardly your regular stomping ground either."

He nudges a battered black tin lunch-box with his foot, slightly tucked under the swing. "You know me sweetheart, got a business to run, empires to build, horizons to expand." He says with the usual Eddie flair.

"Dealing drugs to inebriated teens, I should've guessed." You say wryly, rolling your eyes.

"You make it sound so dirty." He mocks you, irritating smirk still fixed. "And you've never complained before." He reminds you pointedly.

Whilst far from being a hardcore user, you were a semi- frequent customer of Eddie's when it came to weed, finding him to be discreet, reliable and most importantly for your minimum wage ass, cheap.

"Well maybe I'm in the mood to complain tonight," You mutter suddenly feeling bitter about the way the night had gone downhill so quickly, scuffing your boot into the neatly trimmed grass.

Eddie leans down to extract something from his tin.

"Joint for your thoughts?" He offers, holding out a perfectly rolled spliff, quickly adding. "No charge." You mull it over for all of 2 seconds, concluding your jealous inner demon will not be calmed by alcohol alone.

"'Atta girl!" He calls happily as you stomp over to squeeze beside him, he pats your knee in encouragement, then lights up, graciously passing you the joint for the first drag which you take gratefully.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, offering the smoke back and forth. You could tell straight away that the weed was a much higher quality than you could ever normally afford and therefore hoped its soothing effects would kick in a lot quicker.

"Soooo," Eddie gently ventures after a few more minutes, "you wanna walk about it?"

"What's there to talk about, I'm in love with a guy who is in love with someone else." You shrug on a heavy exhale.

Eddie whistles between his teeth, regarding you carefully as you take another hit.

"Ah, that old cliche huh?" He nudges you lightly, taking the joint back for his turn.

Now Eddie had said it, you couldn't help but laugh in agreement.

"I guess it is pretty clichéd."

"Yup no points for originality this time princess. So, who's Captain Oblivious?" He asks, offering you another hit, shaking your head you opt to take a swig of alcohol, mentally bracing yourself for Eddie's inevitable teasing.

"Steve Harrington." You sigh glumly into your cup.

Eddie let out a muttered "Damn."

"The former King of Hawkin's High himself. I don't envy you there babe."

You snatch the joint back from his ringed fingertips, fed up with his teasing. "Don't take the piss Eddie, I'm not in the mood." You mumble defensively, leaning forward so as not to see the smirk on his face.

"Hey." He says in a surprisingly genuine tone, his hand rubbing your back, making you turn to look at him. "I'm not ragging on you sweetheart. Harrington is a nice enough guy now he's not hanging out with the douchebag brigade. I can see why you'd like him."

You lean back and Eddie slips his arm around your shoulders.

"Well, I'm glad you can see it, he doesn't even know I exist, at least not in the way I want him to." You sigh, resting your head on his arm, seeing off the last of your drink and feeling distinctly sorry for yourself.

You both lapse into silence again, the swing swaying gently beneath you as you burn through more of the joint , somewhere inside the house voices were shouting "Keg! Keg! Keg!"

After a few moments, Eddie shifts slightly, arm wrapping more securely around you.

"Can I tell you something?" He asks, sounding nervous.

"I mean I just bared my soul to you, so I guess it's only fair." You murmur, glancing up at him.

He breathes a heavy sigh, right leg jiggling.

"I have been head over heels in love with Chrissy Cunningham since middle school." He confesses with a wince.

You wanted to say something encouraging, maybe even profound, or at the very least offer some words of comfort, so you felt a little guilty when you couldn't suppress the giggle that passed your lips.

"Chrissy Cunningham?!" You exclaim, staring at him wide-eyed "Cheerleader extraordinaire, Chrissy Cunningham?"

He looks at you, lips pressed tight as though he was trying to hold back his own laughter.

"Yep." Letting the 'p' pop. "Ever since she shook her pom-poms in the talent show."

You were barely holding it together, attempting to keep your voice level as you spoke.

"Wait, wait. So not only are we both in love with two very attractive people who are waaaay out of our league, these people are also in long term committed relationships with two other very attractive people."

Your statement hung in the air for a second, both of you then erupting into fits of laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Eddie chuckled throatily around the stub of the joint, almost burnt out. "Oh man, we are pathetic." Shaking his head.

You jam your elbow lightly into his ribs. "Hey, speak for yourself!" You jokingly admonish.

"What, you think you have a chance?" He snorts incredulously.

You pretend to weigh up your options.

"If Nancy Wheeler gets hit by a bus, sure I'll shoot my shot… after an extended mourning period of course." You say.

"Of course." Eddie agrees, both of you collapsing into fits of uncontrollable giggles once more, fuelled on by excessive alcohol and weed.

"So, what do you think you need to do to get over little old Stevie?" Eddie asks you somewhat more seriously, stamping the remainder of the joint out under his sneakers, leaning back against the swing, taking you under his arm again.

You shrug, settling comfortably against him, staring up at the night sky, your own arm wrapping lightly about his waist. "Robin says I just need to get laid." You sigh flatly.

"I mean it's not the worst suggestion in the world." He says reasonably.

"Yeah, but c'mon Munson, guys aren't exactly queued around the block waiting to give me a service." You say, gesturing to the empty garden, Eddie pulling a face at your phrasing.

"Maybe that's because you've spent the past however many years with your Harrington blinkers on." He suggests, and it hits a nerve within you, quite often you wondered if you had missed opportunities with other guys because of your Harrington fixation. Your first and thus far only proper relationship, at 16 ,was doomed to fail from the start as Bobby Cooper just couldn't live up to the standards you had set in your daydreams of Steve.

"Well, what about you and your Chrissy conundrum? Your on-tap supply of groupies not helping to ease the pain?" You bite back, on the defensive.

Rather than get shitty with you, Eddie just gives you the classic Munson smirk.

"You think I’m good enough to have groupies?" He teases, squeezing your side, with a saucy eyebrow raise.

You pinch him back playfully. "I've seen you play Eddie; you know you're good." You admit with a smile.

He heaves a dramatic sigh, hand to his brow like some wretchedly poor southern belle.

"And yet, the tour bus-"

"Your van?" You chip in snidely.

"-my van" He ruefully concedes "is decidedly empty, even with the new air freshener."

"It's a crying shame, Eds." You laugh, patting his cheek.

He places an affectionate kiss on your head, cuddling you closer against the chilly breeze, it feels nice to be held, and even nicer to talk to someone so openly, other than Robin of course.

You lapse into comfortable silence once more, the strains of some Blondie song thumping from inside, the party was kicking up a gear but you found yourself lost in thought.

You had always had a soft spot for Eddie, conversation flowed easily enough, and you appreciated his dry sense of humour, both of you were regular outcasts in comparison to rest of the high school cliques, and you had found yourselves in detention together more times than you cared to count; you had a bad habit of disagreeing with your English teacher. And if you were being honest, he was actually really kind of pretty when you took the time to really look at him, chocolate brown eyes, full lips, awesome hair.

You hadn't realised you had been staring at him until he cleared his throat, you pulled away from his arms sheepishly, cheeks aflame from the embarrassment of being caught out, but feeling sure Eddie had been staring at you for the same amount of time.

"Uh- sweetheart, and by all means please let me know if I have completely misread some signals here, but I think I may have found the solution to both our problems." It surprised you to hear a note of uncertainty in his voice, particularly as Eddie was normally shockingly cavalier to a fault, it made you turn back to face him.

"Go on…" You encouraged him, finding your mouth oddly dry.

He took a deep breath, leaning closer, his arm snaking about your waist, warm fingertips tracing absentmindedly across the inch of exposed skin between your skirt and top, goose pimples erupting that made a shiver run up your spine.

"You need to get laid." He stated. "I need to get laid. We both have stuff we need to get out of our systems. You're a stand-up girl," he gave you a courteous nod. "...and I think I'm correct in saying you find me tolerable at the very least." The uncertainty was back, steeling yourself you placed a hand on his denim clad knee giving him a squeeze.

"More than tolerable Eds." You offer a smile.

"Thanks sweetheart." He mutters blushing. "So, uh anyway, what I'm trying to say here is… in a pretty roundabout way and you can of course say no-"

"Eddie"

"Sorry, rambling, what I'm trying to say is we could… help each other out?" He was staring at you, pleading with you to chime in.

"You mean sex?" You ask slowly, noticing his blush creep up to his ears.

"Uh, y-yeah that thing." He stammers. "If you wanted to, with me, we could have sex as friends every now and then, friendly sex."

You glanced at your wristwatch, 26 minutes ago you came out into the garden of some unknown person seeking a quiet place to drown your Steve induced sorrows, and now you were sitting next to Eddie Munson, seriously considering his offer of 'friendly sex'. Maybe Robin's kiss from earlier really had broken a spell, you laughed aloud at the thought, mirth quickly turning to frantic apologies at the look of horror on Eddie's face, forgetting that he was not privy to your inner monologue.

"Oh my god Eddie, no I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you!' You cried, cringing at your own social ineptitude.

"Hey, it's ok honey, I told you, it's cool if you don't want to-" His tone was calm, patting your side, making to stand and walk away with what little dignity he had left.

"NO! Don't go, I do want to!" You let out a shout, grasping his arm to pull him back down, your face burning in mortification that you essentially just begged Eddie to fuck you.

"Alright sweetheart, calm down I'm not going anywhere, no need to shout." He soothed; devil- may-care smirk back in place, holding you firmly about the waist again. You tried to turn away at his teasing, but Eddie cupped your cheek, the numerous rings on his fingers cool against your prickling skin.

"I'm going to kiss you now." His voice low and surprisingly authoritative. "Ok?" He asks, inching closer to your lips. Unsure if you had the nerve to speak, you merely nod. "Use your words princess, I need you to tell me that it's ok for me to kiss you." He teased; lips just shy of brushing against yours.

"I-it's ok, kiss me, please." You whisper, hands fisted in his jacket, pulling him in to close the final gap.

Eddie surged forward with an urgency that made you gasp, kissing you hard, your teeth clacking together painfully but you didn't care, adrenaline coursing through your veins like rocket fuel. You quickly found the right rhythm for each other kissing back with equal enthusiasm, his grip tightened moving you to straddle his lap, with you kneeling. He kneaded your ass, grinding you down, you gasped feeling the hard outline of his dick, taking full advantage of your open mouth, his tongue slipping in to meet with yours. Releasing his jacket, you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging harder than intended as Eddie nipped at your bottom lip, but he hardly seemed to care judging by the groan that escaped his throat. You smirked, tucking the knowledge away for later use, Eddie also appeared to be mentally cataloguing your reactions, like the way your hips rocked involuntarily as he sucked your neck just below your right ear, and how your breath hitched whilst he felt you up under your shirt, brushing the underside of your breast.

So lost in each other you didn't notice the sudden increase in noise coming from the party, signalling that someone had opened the screen door, it was the violent retching sound of vomiting that had you jumping apart as though you had been electrocuted, scrambling off Eddie's lap. You grimaced in disgust, Chance from the High School basketball team spewing chunks over the once pristine lawn, to the jeers of others inside.

"Hey…" Eddie spoke breathlessly, pulling your attention back to him, his lips kiss bitten, pupils blown wide. "You uh, want to get out of here?"

Grinning you snatched up his hand pulling him none too gently in the direction of the back gate, the sound of Chance's digestive pyrotechnics mercifully fading away, Eddie now pulling you along in the opposite direction to the house.

My van is this way."

Your heels clacked against the concrete, the pair of you moving at a light jog, keen to pick where you left off, both breathless as you came up on Eddie's van.

"Your chariot milady." He gestured proudly to the beat up vehicle like it was Cinderella's magical pumpkin carriage.

"Eddie, calling me milady is a total turn off." You teased, nose wrinkling.

He pulled you to him, spinning you so your back was pressed against the passenger side door,

"Oh well in that case, I best stick to sweetheart, huh sweetheart?" Caging you, his smile almost predatory as he set to work sucking what would no doubt be a prize-winning hickey just above your throat.

You grabbed the scruff of his neck when the skin got too sensitive, pulling his lips back to yours, both of you fighting for dominance in the kiss, thoroughly making out. Eddie palmed your tits, as you reached down trailing a teasing hand along the bulge in his jeans, he broke the kiss huffing out a low "Shit…."

Feeling bold, you flashed him a mischievous grin, unbuckling his belt, your hand slipping inside the tight denim stroking his cock properly, he was fully hard, your thumb swiping a thick bead of pre-cum around the mushroomy head.

"You keep doing that sweetheart and I’ll have no choice but to fuck you right here in the street." Eddie panted against your neck, his words going straight to your cunt.

"Promises, promises." You said with a purr, jerking him slowly.

He laughed breathlessly. "Fucking tease." His hands quickly hitching up your skirt, hips pressing you closer to the van, slipping your panties to the side, you gasped as he trailed a finger through your wetness up to your clit and back down again.

"Jesus baby, you're soaked. All this for me?" He asks incredulously, kissing you deeply again, two fingers moving slowly pumping in and out of your cunt as his thumb plays with your clit. The pair of you working each other, quiet moans slipping past swollen lips

"Eddie." You whined softly, there was a tiny voice in the back of your mind which was terrified about getting caught in such a compromising position, but a much louder voice was screaming, begging to let Eddie have his way with you in the street where anyone could see.

"What is it princess?" He murmured, biting at your lower lip.

"I want -" You hiccupped on a moan, all four of his fingers now working over your swollen clit, spreading the slick from your cunt, you could only hold his cock, brain not functioning enough under his ministrations.

Grinning, taunting you openly he nipped at the sweet spot under your ear, whispering "Use your words baby."

"Oh my god." You whimpered. The screaming in your brain reaching a fever pitch; you wanted him to fuck you, right now, you didn't care if you got caught. "Eddie, do it, fuck me, fuck me right here." You say frantically, his movements stilling in shock.

"You sure sweetheart? I-I can wait, we don't have to do anything you don't wanna-" He cut off, watching as though in a trance, you turned yourself around, pushing your ass out toward him, in the dim streetlight your pussy glistened with wetness all swollen and pretty.

"Ho-ly fuck." He breathed out in awe, fishing hurriedly for a condom in his jacket pocket. You were breathing hard against the passenger window, watching Eddie's reflection, staring, cheeks flushed with excitement and lust as he yanked his jeans and boxers down enough to free his length, panting as he rolled the condom on. Coming up behind you, he crowded you against the van once again, his body covering your back, feeling his cock line up with your entrance; shivering at the slow press and delicious stinging sensation as he worked his way in.

"Christ you're so fucking tight baby." He hissed, balls flush to your ass as he bottomed out, one hand coming up to play with your tits, the other bracing against the van as he started to thrust.

"Eddie…fuck." You choked out, rubbing at your sopping clit, you were already so close, bouncing your hips back against him as he thrust harder.

"Oh my fucking god, you're perfect, so fucking tight and perfect. I can feel you dripping on my balls." He groaned, grabbing your hair, turning your head to capture your lips in a frantic kiss, you keened into his mouth. He was pulling your top up, freeing your breasts, pinching at your puckered nipples, his other arm wrapping tight around your middle, holding you steady, pounding deeper.

It was lewd, it was indecent, it was sinful and you had never felt so alive.

"Eds, Eddie, I'm - fuck I'm fucking close, please." You begged, pleading, hovering over the edge, heat swimming deep in your belly.

"Oh shit, yes, such a good girl." You could hear he was close, the words passing through gritted teeth. "Taking this cock so well. You wanna cum baby?"

"Yes." You whined desperately, the coil within you tightening. "Please, I wanna cum so bad, fuck me harder."

You didn't know where the words were coming from, had never felt this pent up, never craved sex this way before.

Eddie's balls were slapping against you in a faster rhythm, the sound penetrating the otherwise still night air.

"Fucking hell baby, yes take it, so fucking good - shit - that's it fucking cum for me sweetheart. Cum-on-my-cock-you-little-fucking-slut." He punctuated each word with brutal thrusts and at the word slut you felt the dam break, wave after wave of throbbing pleasure seized your body, head thrown back in a wordless cry, spasming around his dick.

"Shit,shit,shit,fuck,fuck." Eddie was chanting in a low whine, hips stilling against you, even with the condom on you could feel the pulse of him cumming.

You both stayed perfectly still for a moment, your shared heavy breathing the only sound now.

"That was… holy fuck that was…" Eddie muttered leaning heavily against your shoulder, you clung onto the side mirror for support, legs feeling like jelly.

"Uh huh." You agreed breathlessly, you felt his hand on your back rubbing soothingly, unable to stop yourself from hissing as he pulled out, gently righting your panties for you and pressing a fleeting kiss to the back of your neck.

It was a remarkably sweet gesture, particularly in stark contrast to your position moments before, you tugged your top down, and skirt back up leaning against the van with a heavy exhale. Eddie had tucked himself away, and was now busy tying the condom off, stepping into the road to drop it unceremoniously down a gap in a drain cover, your face scrunched in distaste at the action.

"Giving the swimmers a new lease of life." He said winking impishly.

"I'm sure the sewer rats will be ever so pleased." You deadpanned.

You were unsure what the plan was now, should you go your separate ways, you back to the party, him to - well wherever Eddie spent Saturday nights?

Returning to the party felt like a hellish idea, not just because you probably looked like you had just had sex, which you had, but you'd also have to face Steve and Nancy and whilst you now seemingly had the option of sex on tap, emotionally your heart still very much belonged to Harrington. Also you had the beginnings of a headache no doubt from the toxic punch.

"Uh- sweetheart you in there?" Eddie asked you, waving his hand in front of you, evidently you had zoned out.

"Huh?"

"I was talking about milkshakes."

'Milkshakes?" You repeatedly blankly.

"Yeah, ya know, you take the milk, you take the shake you take them both and then you have the facts of life." He said moving past you, opening the passenger door.

You just stared vacantly.

"Oh my god I fucked the intelligence out of you." He giggled, ducking to one side as you tried to punch him in the arm, catching your hand he pulled you to him.

"Sweetheart I would very much like it if you would accompany me to a diner where we can have milkshakes and discuss the intimate details of our little arrangement." He clarified, gesturing for you to get into the van.

"Details?" You ask cluelessly, clambering into the seat, maybe he had fucked you dumb.

"Details." Eddie cooed, tapping you on the nose and strapping you in like a child, before handing you his drug box and slamming the door.

You were unsure whether to be amused or concerned at how he skipped to his own driver's side, lighting a cigarette.

"Eddie, what exactly are we doing?" You ask, completely exasperated. He revved the engine, jamming the play button on the car radio, head banging along to Ace of Spades - Motorhead for a few moments.

"EDDIE!" You yell over the music impatiently.

"You and I are making a pact princess" Flashing you a huge grin before peeling down the street.

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To Love and Be Loved in Return - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 & 2 & 3

Roy Kent x Reader

Description: Between you, Roy, and Keeley, who will spill the beans first?

Note: Hope you’re ready for fluff because oh boy is that all I felt like writing tonight.

Word Count: 2.3k

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Chapter 4 - Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

Roy’s knuckles go white as he grips the wheel, trying to find his composure along the journey. He knew he would obviously see you again and have to reckon with his feelings now that he couldn’t just throw a pity party for himself over a rejection he hadn’t even gotten. One that he may not even get.

That little spark of hope that has only just crept into his heart might be the thing that breaks him. It’s that hope that has him imagining what it would be like if you were his actual date to the gala. It’s that hope that has him picturing you in his arms after a hard day at work. It’s that hope that has him imagining your lips on his after the team wins a game. It’s that goddamned hope that has his palms sweaty and heart racing faster than he knew it could as he pulls up to the club.

He pulls up outside the bar and sees the three of you standing together. Keeley is the first to notice his car and corrals you all in his direction. The excited smile that crosses your face as you notice his arrival is enough to make his heart melt. He can’t let himself read into that though, you’d probably be just as excited for an Uber driver considering how fucking late it is.

Of course, he’s lying to himself though, because he does read into it just a little. He does get his hopes up that even a fraction of that excitement was specific to him.

Keeley and Rebecca guide you to the car, perhaps using your drunkenness to expedite their matchmaking as they guide you to the passenger seat. It’s only when you get buckled and they’ve already settled into the backseat that you realize what they’ve done. You couldn’t complain too much at getting to be close to the man you had so clearly fallen for, but Keeley was about to give you reason to complain.

She is sitting behind Roy, so you can see the smile on her face as she begins what could best be described as a transparent attempt to make Roy jealous. “So, y/n, who was that tall guy you gave your number to earlier?”

Bummed at hearing this and completely oblivious to the mischievous smirk adorning Keeley’s face, Roy feigns casual interest, “Oh?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

You whip your head around to reply to Keeley, not wanting Roy to think you’re unavailable, “It’s not like that and you know it.”

This piques Roy’s interest and he begins to steer the conversation, “Then do you give your number out to just any strange man?”

“No, not my number,” you clarify, “Beard’s.”

“What?” he asks, now more confused than he was jealous.

“So one time I was at the Crown and Anchor with Beard and some creep just wouldn’t back off. Eventually I relented and gave him my number just to make him go away. Beard told me to start giving out his number instead of my own to creeps. He gets to enjoy scaring shitty men and I get to enjoy a peaceful night with my friends with no creepy texts in the morning. It’s a win-win situation”

“That’s fucking brilliant” Rebecca chimes in, “I’ve got to start doing that shit.”

“So you didn’t find a date tonight?” Roy asks, trying too hard to be nonchalant about it.

“Wasn’t looking.” you reply more to the window than to him as a faint blush crosses your features.

He pulls up to Rebecca’s house first, and when she gets out Keeley adjusts to the middle, using the opportunity to finally see Roy’s face, and try to figure out if he feels the same for you. It doesn’t take long for her to see the softness that he looks at you with, but it will certainly take longer for her to get him to admit it.

“Since I’m taking her shopping tomorrow, you should probably tell me what color you’re wearing.”

Knowing your friend too well, you brace yourself for this conversation. Her lack of subtlety only worsened when alcohol was in the mix. “Don’t worry about it Keeley. He’s not bringing me as an actual date anyways. We don’t have to match.”

Roy is kicking himself for being so obvious with his feelings. Keeley could read him like a book and this was her idea of either teasing or being helpful. He hasn’t quite figured out which. “I don’t know yet. I try not to think much about that stupid event. If it wasn’t for a good cause I wouldn’t even go to the fucking thing.”

“But Cheryl would miss you if you stopped going.” She has definitely settled on teasing then.

“Fuck Cheryl.” he rolls his eyes. He is not looking forward to another year with her as the highest bidder. She may not be as bad as he made Jamie think, but the idea of going on a date with anyone other than you makes him feel sick.

“You would if she got her way.” you chime in.

At your teasing Roy can feel that heat in his face, “She won’t. I’m not interested in her.”

“But you are interested in someone?” she adds barely letting him finish his own sentence.

He growls, “I didn’t say that.”

“But you still aren’t denying it.” Keeley says with a smirk evident in her sing-songy voice. Though she is clearly taking this as confirmation he likes you, you sink into your seat hoping it swallows you whole. Him liking somebody doesn’t mean he likes you. Then she asks the question you’ve both been dreading, “So who is she?”

“She’s none of your business.” Roy lets out a huff. If he wasn’t certain Keeley knew he liked you before, he definitely knows now.

“Come on!” Keeley whines, knowing she won’t get her way but enjoying watching him squirm all the same. “Tell me who’s captured the attention of the Roy Kent.”

He has taken to ignoring her prodding in hopes that she’ll get bored or at least give it up for the minute or two left in the drive to her flat.

His hopes are quickly shattered by her adding “Is it someone we know?”

Now that’s a question he can’t answer. If he does, he’ll give everything away, and if he can’t have you, he’d at least like to not lose you.

Lucky for Roy though, you seem to have gotten tired of this subject too. “Knock it off Keeley.” you roll your eyes at her, trying your best to play at being casual.

The car ride continues in relative silence until you arrive at Keeley’s. She gets out and cheerfully yells bye at both of you. Winking at you both, though each of you assume it is directed at only yourselves.

Once the car is finally moving again, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. Even in your inebriated state, you can still feel the full force of the embarrassment Keeley brought on in her attempt to play wingman. You sigh, “Sorry about her. All of that really. It was pretty invasive.”

He smiles ever so slightly and glances at you before looking back at the road and replying, “No worries. Not your fault. I know she’s just drunk. She’s always a little nosy, but never more so than when she’s drunk.”

You both chuckle at how true that was. You can’t help recalling all of the strangers Keeley has practically interrogated on past nights out. “Yeah, she gets that way, but it is kind of my fault. She was just trying to help me out and she overstepped.”

You don’t quite register how revealing your words are until he parks just outside your flat. “What do you mean?” Roy has turned entirely to face you.

In this moment, you have half a mind to run out of the car and straight into your flat and bury yourself in pillows hoping sleep will make you forget this night ever happened. Though it must be true what they say about alcohol being liquid courage because you don’t move towards the door, but instead you turn to face Roy.

“Fuck it.” you let out a sharp breath and begin. “It’s stupid and kinda embarrassing, but I have feelings for you. She found out today and has been pestering me about it all night. I’m sorry, I didn’t think she’d bother you with it or –”

He cuts you off with a groan of “Fuck” but you continue, reading his reaction as confirmation of your every fear.

“That I’d be telling you for that matter. I didn’t really want you to find out, certainly not like this. Don’t worry about it though, I’ll text Rebecca and have her move me to work under a different department if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Wait” he cuts in again.

“I can even look for a new job. I like it at Richmond but I know this probably ruins our friendship and I don’t want to make things weird for you at work too. It’s really no big deal.”

Finally frustrated with your flat refusal to listen to him he yells your name. This gets your attention and for the first time since you started rambling, you make eye contact with him. “Stop talking for a second, y/n”

“Ok” you reply. You immediately failing at the request makes him roll his eyes at you.

“Please don’t quit. I have been freaking out all week because I’ve been head over heels for you for months now and I was finally trying to ask you out.”

“What?” you look at him in sheer confusion. Just minutes ago the man groaned in frustration at your confession. You never would have guessed it was because he returned your feelings.

“I asked you to be my date to the gala.”

“But then you told me it wasn’t a date”

Stumbling over himself he continues “Well – I – You’re the one who replied to me asking you on a date by telling me I’m the best boss. That one’s kind of your fault too.” He drops the defensiveness and continues on. “Then I asked you to lunch today, but you had plans already. Fuck. You don’t make it easy to ask you out.”

“I can tell because you still haven’t actually done it.” you tease.

He grumbles in response. “You’re right. Y/n, I am madly in love with you. Would you please do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“Hm. Let me think about it.”

“Don’t you fucking dare start that shit,” he scowls and points at you accusatorily. Although he won’t say it right now because the last thing he needs is more smugness from you, that playful smile has his stomach doing flips. It is probably his favorite expression of yours. You look so unburdened when you’re having fun like this, even if it is at his expense.

“Absolutely. I’d love nothing more than to be your girlfriend Roy.”

Over the moon at your response, he finally realizes the late hour. “Let me walk you up to your flat. Wait there.”

He turns off the car and walks around to your side. He opens the door for you and steadies you as you step down. When you get up to your flat you’re barely not stumbling. Between the exhaustion, the heels, and the alcohol in your system, it feels like a miracle when you reach your door. You hand Roy the keys and he gets the door for you, his left hand still on your back to guide you. He walks you to your bedroom, finds you pajamas to change into, and closes the door as he leaves the room to give you privacy.

You call out from the other side, “Scared you’ll like what you see too much?”

“Shut up and get dressed,” he responds, his tone clearly light. He moves to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and some ibuprofen, both of which you will definitely need come morning. He knocks gently on the bedroom door, “You decent?”

“Sadly, yes.” you reply. He opens the door and seeing your sleepy eyes light up leaves him in awe of you.

He swiftly crosses the room to place the pills on your bedside and the water on a coaster next to it. He pulls back the blanket on your bed and gestures to the space below it. “Come on, y/n. You need some rest.”

You settle into your bed and look up at him. “Can I get a goodnight kiss from my boyfriend?”

“Not tonight.” he replies as he tucks you in.

You pout at this response and ask, “Please?”

“Nope”

“Why not?” you whine.

“You’re drunk”

“And? It’s just a kiss. Why should that matter?”

He leans in and you think he’s going to give you your way, but he stops just shy of your lips and whispers gruffly, “When I kiss you for the first time, I want to be sure it’s fucking memorable.”

With that he pulls away and you're a little more turned on than you’d like to admit. The anticipation for something as simple as a kiss, has turned you into a sleepy pile of mush. Okay, maybe it was the alcohol that did most of that, but It sure didn’t help.

He turns to leave and you call out, “Roy?”

He turns to you and cocks his head slightly in confusion.

“Can you stay the night?”

“Of course. I’ll be on the couch. If you need me, don’t hesitate to wake me up. Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight.” you doze off into a far more pleasant sleep than you expected.

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uluvjay · 11 months

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from last 2 prompt 33 and 69 with mark estapa where him and reader have been arguing back and forth so it’s angsty with tensionnn

Mark Estapa x fem reader!

warnings?; Cursing, light arguing, small fist fight, party scene, underage drinking, frat house, yelling

i figured this meant list 2 so thats what i went with! hope you enjoyed anon

33. "your not going out dressed like that"

69. "if you interrupt me one more time-so help me god"

You and Mark had been arguing all day and it had been over the smallest things but it was enough to have both of you in pissy moods hours later. Everyone was currently getting ready to go to some frat party, Mark had been downstairs with the guys for a little now while you finished getting ready.

as you made it down the stairs mark turned around and the content look on his face was immediately replaced by a pissed off one.

"you're not going out like that" he told you while looking you up and down.

"um yes i am" you laughed at him, you knew your corset top would piss him off and that was your reason you decided to wear it but you had to act annoyed.

"No your not, your not wearing something that your tits ar-" he started but got cut off by Ethan

"Guys! we are going to be late so you can either stand here and yell at one another again, like you have been all day or get your asses out the door" he told both of you, giving you both a dad look.

"Dude! her boobs are almost out, I'm not trying to have some dude be weird towards her" Mark tried but all of the guys were over both of you at this point.

"You have ninety penalty minuets i think you can handle someone if they're weird to her, now get the fuck out of the house" Ethan said and you could hear the annoyance in his voice so you decided to be the bigger person and walk past Mark and out the front door.

Unlike himself to usually do Mark had left you early into the party and because of it you were throwing shot after shot back in the kitchen with some random girl. You felt like shit that your boyfriend was so upset with you that he wouldn't stay and party with you like he usually did, so you used vodka shots to cover the guilt.

"What's your reasoning for getting wasted?" she asked after you both finished your third shot.

"My boyfriend's mad at me and won't even hang out with me" you told her with a pitiful shrug.

"is that his jersey number?" she asked pointing to your neck where you had a '94' pendant necklace that mark had gotten you for your one year.

"yeah he plays hockey" you told her with a smile, you loved talking about Mark especially when drunk.

"ohh a hockey player, good luck with that" she laughed before telling you bye and leaving the kitchen.

you couldn't help but stand there in your thoughts for a moment, you knew Mark would never, he loved you and he showed you on a daily basis how much he loved you. He actually walked around with a shirt that said "i love my girlfriend" that he'd bought for himself and was extremely happy to show you when it came in the mail, but your alcohol influenced made you think he hated you in the moment

You looked all over the first floor of the house and didn't see him and right as you began to panic you saw a concerned Dylan walking towards you. "Y/n! you need to come outside right now" he told you grabbing your arm and pulling you with him. You had to have asked him a million questions but he ignored them all just pulling you to a growing crowd outside.

As you got to the front you seen Nolan, Jay, and Ethan all pulling Mark away from some dude that was holding a bleeding nose. "What the fuck happened Dylan!?" you asked the boy next to you.

"we were playing pong when that guy and his friend asked for a round against us and then the one that's bleeding asked mark that if they won could he get a night with you and told Mark how good he thought you look in that top and Mark just went crazy" he explained causing you to shake your head and make your way over to where the guys were calming Mark down.

Hearing footsteps approaching Mackie turned around and his face immediately dropped before he made his way to you, "No I'm sorry, i love you Y/n but i don't want him lashing out on you, he needs to calm down" he told you, not letting you any closer.

"Is that Y/n?" you heard your boyfriend ask and watched Mackie take a frustrated deep breath before telling him yes.

"Let her over here I'm fine and we need a second alone" you watched as all the boys looked at each other before Nolan gave the nod okay and everyone started walking away from Mark.

You made your way to him but he stopped you before you could throw your arms around him and ask if he was okay, "I'm upset with you right now" he told you.

"I know and I-" you started but he cut you off

"No let me talk and if you interrupt me one more time i-" but before he could finish you did interrupt him

"Mark just listen for one second"

"So help me god! Y/n I am trying to talk so just shut the fuck up for a damn minuet and let me get my words out" he exclaimed and for once you did listen.

He was waiting for a braty reply but didn't get one and as he looked down at you to begin talking he noticed the new look in your eyes and how you were rubbing your thighs together.

"Are you turned on right now?" he asked with a smirk on his face

you looked down at your feet before answering him, "A little, I'm drunk and then duker said you stood up for me and then putting me in my place kinda got me going" you shrugged.

He didn't reply you just felt him pull on your wrist and looked up to see that you were heading towards the back gate to get out of the yard.

"Where are we going?" you asked

"Home so i can fuck you and then when we wake up tomorrow we can talk about what happened today"

#mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa #hockey imagine #nhl #nhl fanfiction #umich hockey

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noisynaia · 2 years

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Two Doors Down

[Frankie Morales x Reader]

summary: You are getting over a breakup and decide to go to your friend and neighbour Benny's house party.

word count: 2.6k

rating: M

pairing: Fransisco "Catfish" Morales x f!reader

note: Drinking and smoking. No use of (y/n). The reader uses she/her pronouns. This has not been beta-read and English is not my native language. Part 2

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…Two doors down

They're laughing and drinkin', and having a party

Two doors down

They're not aware that I'm around

Cause here I am

Crying my heart out, feelin' sorry while

They're having a party just two doors down…

It’s dumb, you’re feeling so fucking dumb. Here you’re sitting, on your kitchen floor, crying over the end of a relationship that you should never have been in to begin with. You could, now in hindsight, see that your relationship with Lance had been shit. He had not treated you well, he never put in the same effort as you had, yet he was always jealous when you wanted to spend time with your friends. It has almost been two weeks since you had caught him cheating and simultaneously broken up with him.

You had not been crying over it for many days now, but it had been a tough week at work and it is like everything that had happened just feels too much .

Maybe that is what is the true reason for your tears, not the sadness from a broken heart, but the sadness of realising that you had wasted so much time and energy on a person who didn’t deserve it. You sit for a little longer trying to force the tears to stop, you don’t want to spend the rest of the night like this.

You raise your right arm over your head and plant your hand on the kitchen counter, slowly pulling yourself up from the floor. Your head is aching after all the tears and you feel the need for a cigarette. You usually never smoke inside, always retreating to your balcony, but you allow yourself to make an exception, this one time, and settle for just opening your kitchen window and turning on the extractor hood before you lit your cigarette. You can hear the music through your open kitchen window.

You had totally forgotten about Benny’s party, you had actually told him you would stop by. Well, you had told him you might stop by if you didn’t feel too shitty in the light of your recent breakup. Benny had been very supportive and had volunteered to go kick Lance’s ass, which you honestly had been tempted to let him.

Benny lives in the apartment two doors down the hall from you. The two of you have established a pretty good friendship, he is the only person on the floor around your age, most of the other residents in your building are older. You know Benny has wanted you to meet his brother and his friends, who are gonna be there, for some time now. You rub your hand over your damp eyes and take the last drag of your cigarette before putting it out, letting a bit of water rinse over it and throw the bud in the trash.

You go to your bedroom and swing your wardrobe doors open with a little more force than needed, looking over your clothing options. You pull out a couple of items before your eyes land on a bordeaux red slip dress that goes to your midthigh. You change out of your sweatpants to put on a pair of nylon tights. You fix your hair and apply a little makeup, trying to hide your tear-stained face as good as you can before grabbing a thin black cardigan. You refuse to keep spending your Saturday night sitting on your kitchen floor in self-pity.

…I think I'll dry these useless tears

And get myself together

I think I'll wonder down the hall

And have a look around

'Cause I can't stay inside

This lonely room and cry forever

I think I really rather join 'em

Two doors down, yeah…

You take a deep breath before knocking on the door to Benny’s apartment. A few seconds go by before the door swings open.

“You came!” A very happy Ben has opened the door, clearly at least a couple of beers into the night already.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” He throws his arms around you, pulling you into a bone-crushing bear hug. “You feeling okay?” He asks, much quieter, as he lets you go.

You nod, offering him a weak smile. You don’t want to admit to have been crying less than 30 minutes ago. He smiles back at you understandingly.

“Let’s get you a drink!” He declares leading you through the crowded apartment to the kitchen. “I have someone I would like you to meet, also I need to prove to my brother that I don’t live in a retirement community.” He sighs at the last past, it must be something he has been teased with.

Three men are standing by the kitchen counter, a blonde man that you just know must be Will, the resembling to Benny is clear. You are less sure about the two other men, they must be friends of Will. One man with a charming crooked smile, a few silver strands mixed with dark curls. A slightly taller man in a black hat, who is fidgeting with the beer bottle in his hand, not looking as comfortable as his companions.

“So, this is my brother William and his friends.”

Guys, this is my good friend and neighbour.” Benny exclaim, the men turning to look at you.

“Can you fix her a drink while I go fix up the table? And be nice!” He says the last part as he gives the curly-haired man a stern look.

“Hey! Santiago, but I can just be Santi to you.” The man with the curls tells you as he shakes your hand with a wink. Oh, he’s a flirt.

You tell them your name and shake Will's hand before facing the last man.

“I’m Frankie. Well, I’m Francisco, but people call me Frankie.” He is not coming off nearly as smoothly as Santi, but you can’t help but smile at him.

You stand there a little awkward for a moment, but the conversation is soon picking up and you actually have a pretty good time. The guys are both nice and funny, not that you would expect anything else from the brother and friends of Benny.

You talk for a while, sipping on the greyhound Santi had made you.

“Ey, beer pong tournament! Are you guys playing?” Benny, who has come back in the kitchen, yells excitedly, getting two six packs from the fridge.

Santi is quick to express his excitement

Your stomach drops at the thought of having to chase after a ping pong ball at a party full of strangers. It sounds like your worst nightmare.

“I think I’ll skip.” You declare.

Santi claps his hand on Frankies back. “Ya’ gonna play, Fish?”

Fish..?

Frankie doesn't look like he wants to play, his expression a stark contrast to Santi’s.

“Nah, I think I’ll sit this one out.” Frankie croaks.

“Suite yourself.” Santi shrugs. “You gonna partner up with me then, Benny boy?”

And by that, you are left alone in the kitchen with Frankie.

“Uhm, I think I’ll go for a smoke.” You mumble, fumbling with the clasp on your little handbag to get your lighter and your pack of cigarettes.

“Do you maybe wanna come and keep me company?” You look up at Frankie.

He was the quietest when you had spoken with him and the others, but you like his vibe and you have to admit that he is very easy on the eyes. Brown hair is sticking out from the black baseball hat he is wearing, a breathtaking smile, broad shoulders and a pair of warm brown eyes.

Frankie smiles and gives you a nod, emptying his beer before following you out on the balcony. You wrap your cardigan a little tighter around your torso as you’re hit by the cool night air. You lean your left side up against the brick wall, Frankie mirrors you leaning his right side against the wall so you’re facing each other.

“Want one?” You ask before putting the cigarette between your lips. He accepts your offer with a small smile and you hand him your lighter after litting your own cigarette.

“So… Fish? ” You ask as you breathe out a cloud of smoke, tilting your head slightly, not wanting to blow it directly into his face.

“The guys and I.” He tilts his head at the balcony door. “We’re old military buddies.” He shrugs. “My code name was Catfish, guess things like that just stick” He shakes his head with a smile and you can’t stop yourself from smiling too. It makes sense, Benny had told you his brother had served.

“Well, Fish, tell me more about yourself.” You prompt with a smile. And he does.

What should have been a five-minute smoke turns into a long conversation where the two of you take turns telling each other about yourself.

…'Cause here I am

No longer cryin' an' feelin' sorry

We're having a party just two doors down…

Almost an hour has gone by and the two of you have forgotten the party completely, the only reminder is the music coming from inside the apartment. His baritone voice and warm eyes have captivated you and as the sound of his warm bubbly laugh hits your ears something warm blooms in your chest.

You like him more and more the more you get to know him. You probably shouldn’t let yourself feel like this so quickly after your breakup, but you really can’t stop the warm yearning feeling his smile is creating in your heart.

…I can't believe I'm standin' here

Dry-eyed, all smiles and talkin'

Making conversation with the new love I have found

I ask him if he's like to be alone and we start walkin'

Down the hall to my place waitin' two doors down, yeah…

The conversation has landed on movies.

“Okay, it doesn’t have to be your favourite, but what movie have you rewatched the most?” You ask with a smile.

“Honestly… Probably Winnie the Pooh.” He shakes his head with a shrug and smile.

“ Winnie the Pooh?! ” You giggle.

“Yeah…” Frankie clears his throat, looking nervous all of a sudden. “I have a little girl, so…”

“Oh, you do?” You say with a smile, trying to not sound surprised. Him having a kid doesn't scare you away and something about him being a girl-dad makes perfect sense to you. There is a little voice of worry in the back of your head though, not from him being a dad, but Frankie being a father means that there is a mother. He is not wearing a ring and nothing about your conversation has implied that he is married or in a relationship. But you had just caught Lance cheating. It would break your heart if you were flirting with another woman’s man right now.

“Yeah, Solana, she is three.” He continues. “Her mother and I got divorced when she was still a baby. She stays with me every other weekend.”

The worry you felt disappears completely and you can’t help but give him a wide smile.

“Can I see a picture?” You ask, wanting him to know that you don’t have anything against him having a child.

A little girl with big chestnut-brown eyes and fluffy brown curls is smiling at the camera.

“Oh, she’s so cute.” You coo, and you mean it, she is absolutely adorable.

“Looks like her daddy.” You giggle, the resemblance is uncanny.

“I guess she does.” He sighs at the phone screen. “Poor baby.” He jokes, but you feel that there is something more to his words.

You look up at him with a frown. “I don’t think it is a bad thing.” You murmur.

You don’t want to overstep, but you hate the idea of him thinking he isn’t good enough.

“I know I’ve just met you Frankie, but I think she is pretty lucky to have you as her father.”

“You do?” He asks, voice low and soft.

“Yeah, I do.” You whisper, not noticing that you have taken a step closer towards him.

He shifts a little, leaning his body slightly towards you. He looks deeply into your eyes and you think your heart skips a beat. He gently cups your cheek, and you lean into his touch. Your pulse quickens from the feeling of his warm skin on you.

And then you’re kissing him.

…Two doors down

They're laughing and drinkin', and having a party

Two doors down

We're not aware that they're around …

His lips are soft, tasting of the beer he’s been drinking, with a slight ashy aftertaste from the smoke. Your own lips probably taste the same. You completely melt into his touch, finding a rhythm of gentle movements, getting familiar with the shape of him and you love it.

You open your mouth a little wider, slightly tilting your head to the side. Giving Frankie space to deepen the kiss and he does. He removes his hat to not poke you with the visor.

Your hand comes up to grab the now-exposed curls at the back of his head, your other hand is buried in the fabric of his shirt.

You moan softly into the kiss as Frankie slips his tongue deeper into your mouth. Your grip on his hair tightens, and you can feel the fire in your lower stomach enlight.

You finally break the kiss both gasping for air. His thumb gently stroking your cheek as he looks down at you with those deep warm eyes of his.

“You know, uhm…” You pant out, suddenly feeling very nervous. “I live just down the hall if you… You know… Want to be alone.”

“Yeah, I… I would like that.” He nods.

…'Cause here I am

Feelin' everything but sorry

We're having our own party two doors down …

You roam around your bag to get the key to your apartment. You had tried to ignore the look Benny had given you when you told him that you left. The others had been too engulfed in their game to notice that you and Frankie had been staying out on the balcony all night, but you leaving with Frankie gained their attention. Santi had given Frankie a thumbs up as you left which had made Frankie blush severely.

You finally get the key, fumbling with the lock before you can get the door open and let Frankie into your home.

Frankie closes the distance between you as soon as the door has closed behind you. You place a hand in his hair, grabbing the soft curls, softly pressing him closer, and deepening the kiss.

You stumble through your apartment until you reach your coach where the two of you collapse, you on top of Frankie.

His warm tongue slipping between your kiss-swollen lips. You really like him and you want more, you really do, but you are not sure if it is a good idea. You might have just come out of a relationship, but It’s been a long time since you have felt like this with anyone and you’re afraid of ruining it. He breaks the kiss before you can worry any further.

“Sorry, I…” He whispers, slowly pulling away, looking deeply into your eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, I think I would like to get to know you better. If that is what you want too, of course." He looks nervous. “Maybe I could take you out on a date?”

“I would like to get to know you better, Francisco. And I would love to go on a date with you.” You tell him softly.

He smiles wide with relief and his lips are back on yours. The kiss is so sweet it makes your chest feel warm and content. Maybe this really can be the start of something beautiful.

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fluentmoviequoter · 8 months

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hiii ! i love your writing and if you're still taking requests i would love a reader x dalton where he's a little overprotective in a very loving way 🥺 thankss

Warnings: a little angst, accusation of being overprotective, fluff, time skips (it's kind of like the 3+1 format but not really?), bad writing. 1.3k words.

A/N: Thank you!! I love this request and I apologize for the wait, but I learned that I am terrible at writing protective characters.😭 I'm not happy with how this turned out, so I would love some feedback and constructive criticism so I can revisit this idea and do better next time! Hopefully this is in the general vicinity of what you wanted and I am sincerely sorry for how it turned out, but I promise I will come back when I am more confident/practiced in writing protective characters.

Protect What You Love

"Chris, I don't want to go to a frat party," you say in response to her invitation. "They're not my idea of a good time."

"C'mon, it'll be fun. Dolphin's going; are you seriously going to let him have more fun than you?" Chris responds.

You roll your eyes and reluctantly agree, only because they're your best friends and do pretty much everything you want to do. However, when you get to the frat house, you realize you made a huge mistake.

"Let's go in, Dalton will be here soon," Chris says as you meet her in the front yard.

"Well, look who's here!" Nick yells as he sees Chris. "The brave one. My invitation from last time still stands."

Chris opens her mouth to say something, but Nick doesn't give her any time.

"And I see you brought a friend. A better looking, if only slightly, friend," Nick adds, looking over to his frat brothers at his pitiful jab at your appearance.

"Whatever that was, don't do it again," you respond, beginning to walk around him.

Nick's hand wraps around your wrist as he says, "It was a compliment. Take it."

"How about you take your hand off her?" Dalton says, suddenly standing beside you. "Before someone takes it off of you."

Nick rolls his eyes but drops his hand, throwing them up in faux surrender as Dalton escorts you past him. Instead of leading you into the house, Dalton takes you and Chris back into the yard.

"What was that?" you ask Dalton.

"What do you mean?"

"I can take care of myself. I appreciate the knight in shining armor act or whatever, but I'm not a damsel in distress."

You walk away, and Chris stands beside Dalton as they watch.

"Did you ask her out yet?" Chris asks quietly.

"I did. She said yes but I think I just ruined that. I wasn't trying to-"

"I know, Dolphin. Maybe explain it to her, though."

"She won't believe me."

"Try her. She'll surprise you."

Dalton considers this but decides that you need space.

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"Wait," Dalton says behind you. "Let me."

You step to the side as he walks into the empty classroom, finding the light switch on the far wall and flipping it on. Your eyebrows furrow as you think about what Chris told you last night.

"He's protective because he cares about you. Try not to take it the wrong way," she had said.

"Are you okay?" Dalton asks, his attention on you as his hands freeze on his sketchbook.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking. Thanks for getting the light."

Dalton smiles shyly, and you begin to think that Chris is telling the truth; you never should have accused him of being overprotective.

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Dalton seems to have forgiven you, but two nights after the frat party, you can't sleep as you keep thinking about how his face fell when you told him you could take care of yourself and how quiet he had been all day.

"Why didn't you just say, 'I don't need you'?" you mumble, turning over again.

Midnight is long gone, yet the sunrise seems forever away, and you decide what to do. Standing from your bed, you pull on a sweatshirt and slip on your shoes before walking downstairs. Knocking on Dalton's door, you hope you don't wake him up.

"Hello?" he asks as he opens the door. "Oh, hey. Come on in." He opens the door wider and gestures for you to sit on his bed.

"I'm sorry. About last night."

"No, I overstepped, I should be apologizing."

"Are- are we still going on that date, or did I ruin everything?"

Dalton pulls you into his arms and kisses your head before promising, "You didn't ruin anything. I hope we'll be going on more than one, though."

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"Let me walk you," Dalton says as you stretch, stiff from being his model for several hours. He seems to notice it sounded more like a demand and offers, "If you want."

"Yes, please," you agree, smiling as his arm wraps around your waist.

Once you're on the sidewalk, Dalton shifts you so you're on the inside. He's looking several yards ahead, taking in all of his surroundings.

"Stop," he whispers, grabbing your hip as he stops.

"Why?"

"There's something out here."

"Probably just other students, Dalton, it's fine."

Dalton stares into a dark, shadowy area for a moment longer before smiling and walking beside you again. Torn between telling him you don't need him to go with you everywhere and ruining what you have or learning to live with Dalton looking over your shoulder, you decide to give him one more chance. One more opportunity to not be overprotective seems like an achievable goal, right?

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"Dalton! I had it under control. I've tried being patient with you. I thought you were just protective out of your care for me, but now I think I was right at the frat party," you accuse, breathing heavily.

"I protect the people I love!" Dalton nearly yells. "So, I interject when I think there's danger, and I know that it seems like I don't trust you, but that's not my goal." Dalton takes a deep breath and then tells you everything, from his 'coma' to his battle to close the red door. When he finishes, Dalton holds his breath as he watches you, unsure what your reaction will be.

"Did you just say you love me?" you whisper. "You said you do it to the people you love."

Dalton smiles and doesn't hesitate as he answers, "Yes. I do love you, and that's why I did what I did. When I walked in that frat house and saw his hand on you, I just started talking; didn't even think about what I was doing."

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, his moving around your waist, as you say, "I love you too. Let's work on it together?"

"Together," Dalton agrees.

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As time goes on, Dalton tries to be better about his protectiveness. You remind him constantly that you don't mind his help or protectiveness, but you don't need an overprotective, controlling boyfriend. He gets slightly caught up on the word boyfriend, but he's doing better. He asks if you want him to go places with you, respects your boundaries, and lets you fight your battles, but he still doesn't like letting you walk through doors first or be around certain people alone.

What you didn't expect was to learn to love his protectiveness. When you realize that the protectiveness really stems from his love and care for you, you stop noticing it as much. You begin to see protectiveness as part of what makes Dalton so incredible.

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"I'm going to go get some snacks," you say, stretching as you stand after hours of studying. "Want anything?"

"Hot Cheetos and a cherry slush," Chris answers. "What? You offered," she points out in response to your questioning look.

"Dalton?" you ask, chuckling at Chris.

"I'll go with you," he answers, looking over at the clock as he stands. You walk out first, waiting for Dalton to close the door and come to your side.

"You don't mind if I come with, do you?" Dalton asks.

"No, I actually feel better with you here."

"I'm glad to hear that."

Dalton holds your hand as you walk to the small convenience store, getting snacks and drinks for yourselves and Chris. Dalton checks the shadows as you walk back to the dorm, and if you didn't know his history with the creatures that live in the shadows, you'd think he was trying to find something new to protect you from.

"Thanks for protecting me," you whisper as you slip your hand into his.

"You've been protecting me from my darkness since we met," Dalton responds, matching your volume.

#dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #requests #fem!reader

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It's Just a Costume - TGM

Summary: Amelia's throwing a Halloween party, and all the Daggers are invited. Jake decides he and Hallie are going in together on a costume--just as friends! Yet he might find he regrets his decision...

Warnings/Content: Starred out swearing, suggestive jokes, dumb fluff, denial of feelings, just silliness, OC included (about her here), Hangman x OC, mention of big bro Rooster to Amelia aka Birdfam

Word Count: 992

A/N: Surprise! I wrote a random short and barely edited it, but it was super fun to write, and I hope it's fun to read. Enjoy, and have a safe halloween if you celebrate! <3

It's Just a Costume

“You going to Amelia’s party?”

Hallie looked up from her phone to the blonde man sprawled on her couch, who was also on his phone. She wasn’t sure when Jake had started ending up there every Tuesday night, but she still hadn’t kicked him out. Apparently he was permanently in her post-work life now.

“Yeah, why?”

Bradley had begged them all before briefings that day to come to a Halloween party Amelia was throwing. She’d invited all her school friends plus some of the “cool kids,” and having fully embraced his role as an non-blood-related big brother, Bradley promised her it was going to be the bash of the century. Part of that plan was inviting the Daggers, despite the strict no drinking rule Penny had set out from the start.

“We have to decide on our costume.”

Hallie stared, despite Jake’s face continuing to be glued to his phone. They weren’t dating. Their Tuesdays always ended promptly with Jake leaving at eleven. Any weekend plans usually involved other Daggers. Hallie knew they were just friends, and she didn’t have a problem with that. She knew Jake and watched him flirt his way around the Hard Deck every Friday, and did her own fair share of it when the occasion arose.

Yet he’d drop a line like that from time to time and make her wonder why he always slunk his way back to her couch. If he was ever serious about his flirtatious catchphrases, she didn’t know if she’d slap him or flirt back. As far as work was concerned, it was best not to consider either.

“We’re not a couple.” She voiced her thoughts.

“And?”

“So why would we wear a couple’s costume?”

He finally sat up and smirked at her over the back of the couch. His hair was out of place from his lounging. Hallie decided not to mention it.

“You can wear matching costumes as friends. Unless you really want to dress as my girl.”

“In your dreams.”

“Every night.”

Hallie threw a Chips Ahoy at him. Jake laughed.

“Besides, how can you resist this?” He held out his phone.

Hallie found it hard to believe that was what he’d been doing all night until she came closer and saw the “inspiration” photo he found.

“Absolutely not.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Jake, we’re already naval aviators.”

“These are sexy naval aviators.”

“This is a teen’s party!”

“So you’d wear it to the afterparty at the Hard Deck?”

Hallie felt her face turning red and willed it to stop. “I like to be covered, thank you very much.”

“This is covered.”

“Forget it!” Hallie crossed her arms. “Besides, I already consider myself a sexy naval aviator without booty shorts.”

His eyes flicked over her current outfit. Hallie rolled her eyes, but pulled at the hem of her shorts anyway. Short, maybe, but at least three inches longer than the photo.

“You have to try harder than that if you want to see my ***,” she added.

Jake turned red, opened his mouth, then shut it. He was quick to go back to his phone. Revenge was sweet when she could manage to corner him verbally, rare as it was. She savored it, sweet as the taste of her next chocolate chip cookie.

He stayed quiet as he scrolled. Pity struck her. She hated when he deflated like a kid benched at their first football game.

“We could be a cowgirl and a cowboy,” Hallie suggested, trying to boost his mood.

He made a face. “My culture ain’t your costume.”

Hallie rolled her eyes. “Fine then, Little Red Riding Hood. You can be the wolf.”

“And hide this face?”

“I’m about to do something you won’t like to that face.”

“Easy there, Dreamgirl.” He held his phone up again. “How ‘bout this?”

Hallie cocked her head. It was definitely a couple’s costume, not a pair of friends, and she was about to say so when she caught his eyes. The little kid was back, like a boy asking his mom what she thought of his latest stick figure drawing. Innocent, almost hopeful. Hallie cursed in her head. She needed to stop letting him get his way.

“Fine.”

“I knew you’d love it.”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled as he shook her shoulder.

—

“You ready, Dreamgirl?”

Jake strolled into the apartment. Unlocked, as always. He really needed to find an auto-locking doorknob for Hallie. He was always amazed she hadn’t been robbed yet.

“In a minute!” Hallie’s voice rang out from the bathroom.

He took the opportunity to check his costume in the mirror. He was pretty proud of how it’d come together, black leather jacket and all, despite his blonde hair admittedly ruining the Danny Zuko look. His hair had some extra gel in it, and he was just getting out the comb he’d brought along to shape it more when he heard the clacking of Hallie’s heels behind him.

He turned and had to remind his jaw to stay up.

The tight black leggings suited her too well. Her blonde curls, normally tamed into braids each day, were allowed free and wild, and her red lips matched her heels. It’d apparently been a long time since he’d seen her out of a flightsuit or Tuesday-night sweats, because for a moment, his brain screamed at him to pull her to his side and keep her there all night.

Maybe this costume was a bad idea.

“Problem, Seresin?” Her smirk said it all. She knew she looked good.

Jake was quick to recover. They were friends. Coworkers. Nothing else.

“Almost didn’t recognize you without grease on your face.” He made a swipe at her and earned a shove back.

“Whatever, Bagman. Let’s go help so Roo doesn’t put us on cleanup duty.”

She led the way down the hall. He caught his eyes wandering and snapped to military attention right before she sent a smirk back at him.

Definitely a bad idea.

#daydream writes #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun fanfiction #oc: hallie a jones #top gun oc #hallie daydream a jones #jake hangman seresin #birdfam #(mentioned)#be safe out there for those who celebrate halloween!#oneshot #hangman X oc

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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i love your writing so much i read your fics everyday like it’s my morning newspaper!!!! please do #25 "i cannot stand you, and yet i also cannot stand to be away from you.”!!!!

based off this prompt list

Peter Parker was insufferable.

He was nice, smart, funny and just a good boy.

And you hated him.

You wish you didn’t, there was just something about him that sent you over the edge. It was the way his curls brushed over his eyebrows and the way his teeth would tug at his lower lip watching your reaction after he threw something your way in class, there was something about how he would spew a joke and look for your reaction immediately and when one wasn’t given he would throw his elbow into your arm until you rolled your eyes and gave him a pity laugh.

Something about him was frustrating.

“Yeah, sexual frustration.”

“MJ! No, that’s not it!” You sputtered at your curly haired friend, there was no way you would admit to that. Even if once or twice you woke from a dream where Peter had been involved.

“Yeah it is. I’m gonna make it happen, watch.”

“You? You’re going to go out of your way to make me and Peter be a thing?”

“Not at all. I’m going out of my way to prove I’m right.”

And she did.

A Friday night party at Flash’s ended up with you playing truth or dare in a big group, Peter included. He sat across from you and winked, then giggled when you animatedly rolled your eyes.

“Y/N!” Your eyes glistened over at MJ, you chewed on your plastic cup between your teeth and took a swig, only slightly wincing. The alcohol started to burn less.

“Truth or dare?”

You moved your head back and forth thinking about it, truth was a pussy move. But, MJ didn’t let truthers off easy, most times they wish they picked dare.

“Hmm, dare.”

A wicked grin pulled across her face. You were scared instantly.

“I dare you, my sweet Y/N, to go into that closet,” She pointed to a door cast across the house.

“With Peter Parker,” She then pointed to the boy three bodies to the right of her.

“And kiss a little of that frustration out.” She grinned at your jaw drop.

“MJ!”

“Go ahead and rough him up a little with that mouth of yours, something tells me he won’t mind. Right, Peter?” She looks down at him and watches him nod.

“Right, MJ.”

You buffer and look between the two, MJ looks like she won a game and Peter looks excited?

You clear your throat, stand and start to walk away.

“Where are you going?”

You look back at your friend then to Peter and back forward at the closet door.

“To make out with Peter, you coming?”

He jumps up and meets you at the door.

Once you’re inside he speaks first.

“You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to. I’ll just tell MJ you did to make her shut up.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yeah. But I won’t if you don’t want me to.”

“You want to kiss me to win truth or dare?”

“No, I want to kiss you so I can kiss you.”

“Do you like me, Parker?”

“Now what would give you that impression?”

“You know, I can’t stand you, and yet I can’t stand to be away from you. It’s a real phenomenon.”

“Crazy how that happens.” He looks down at your mouth and steps forward.

“It’s insane, really.” You step forward.

He leans in, he almost kisses you but you stop him.

“It’s gonna be hard, making MJ right.”

“What do you mean?” He wraps one hand around the side of your neck, thumb rests at your jaw.

“That I actually do like you. I just have sexual frustration, not real frustration.”

Peter smiles, it's more of a one sided grin but your heart swells. He’s quite adorable.

“Remind me to thank her then.”

He leans in and presses his lips to yours.

And just like that all frustration is lost and all you want is to love him.

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker mcu #my writing

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 1 year

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Pity Party Yandere!Kevin Owens x Reader (ch. 1/?)

Story summary: Kevin found something, the only thing, worth protecting in his world

Chapter summary: You get your chance at the main roster, but you meet an asshole named Kevin

Chapter warnings: swearing, ring violence, Yandere like feelings beginning to blossom, pastel aesthetic reader

An: This first chapter isn’t supper long, I wanted to see if people would be interested in the idea.

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @blaquekittycat @thesusbunny @writtingrose @melissahausen @shanie-the-toyaddict

“Holy fuck…” You whispered, sitting in the parking lot of the arena. You were finally being moved up from NXT, and you were getting your chance at the Royal Rumble. You weren’t supposed to win, but there was the promise of a storyline if you impressed fans tonight. And as excited as you were to have the opportunity, you were terrified to fuck up. One mistake, and you were done. Tossed to the side to make room for someone else.

While sitting there, you practically jumped out of your skin when someone knocked on your car window. You glanced out the passenger window seeing Sami’s smiling face. You smiled lightly and unlocked the door so he could slid into the seat.

“Ready?”

“Fuck no,” you mumbled with your face in your hands. “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“You’ve got this, you’re a great performer and everyone on NXT loves you.”

“But this,” you motioned around you. “Is way more. If I mess up, I will never get another chance. Should have stayed in the fucking indies…”

“Don’t talk like that. You’ve got to hype yourself up, otherwise you will fail.” You knew he was right, you were just psyching yourself out. But you were scared.

Sami reached over, taking your hand in his. It brought you back to when you would go to performances with him when first starting. The whole reason you got into wrestling was Sami, and he went out of his way to make sure you were confident and comfortable.

“Do you want to meet some superstars?” He grinned as you reached over to steal his beanie and stick it on your own head.

“Ok.” You whispered, squeezing his hand.

Once inside, you felt immediately overwhelmed. Everything was moving so quickly, and you were afraid to get in the way. You basically followed Sami like a lost puppy, while he gave people smiles and greeted them you stayed silent. You have a few smiles to people you recognized, but other then that you said nothing.

“Y/n!” You stoped and turned to see Rhea, who you had known in NXT. You didn’t really work together, but had traveled together plenty.

“Hey!” You greeted pulling the women into a hug. As nervous as you could be, you were strongly affectionate with others. She chuckled and allowed you to hug her, even wrapping an arm around you being used to your greetings.

“I didn’t realize you would be here.”

“I’m getting my shot!” You nervously chuckled, picking at a small scab on your hand. A nervous tick.

“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine,” she punched your shoulder lightly.

“Stealing my friend?” Sami questioned her as he walked up behind you.

“Be nice,” you shamed the man, which caused Rhea to practically cackle at him.

“She’s got you whipped.”

“Are you saying she doesn’t have you trained?”

“Don’t talk like I’m not here.” You complained to your two friends. But you really didn’t mind. For the first time all day, you were relaxed.

———————

“Fuckin killed it,” Sami cheered as you held an ice pack to your slowly blackening eye.

“Really? I felt like a fuck up…” you admitted. You had entered at 15, and you got an ok pop, but nothing huge. The best moment you got was a moment where you were standing in the ring with Alexa Bliss and you slapped her across the face. Then she threw you out of the ring.

“Are you kidding? People are already talking about the new girl who stepped up to Alexa!” He explained, grabbing his phone to show you Twitter. You had to admit, for an app that’s almost always negative, it did make you smile.

“Do you think it’s enough?” Before Sami answered, a man walked up to the two of you.

“Sami! Someone is looking for you in catering,” the man called your friends attention.

“Oh! Y/n, Kevin,” he pointed to the man. “Kev, y/n!” He quickly introduced. “Make her feel welcome!” He called at Kevin before running off to talk to whoever needed him.

You glanced at Kevin, slightly surprised by how the man was staring at you. Sami had talked highly of the him, always say how great he was, but right now you felt like his gaze was going to suffocate you.

“Hi,” you tried but he pushed past you, nocking into your shoulder. “Nice to meet you too,” you mumbled before walking off to look for someone to distract you for the rest of the night.

———————

“Make here feel welcome!” Sami yelled at Kevin before running off. He turned to look at the women, y/n, ready to make awkward small talk, maybe say he heard good things about your performance. But the moment he saw you, he froze. Your gear consisted of black shorts with a pined on pink skirt, a black top, and matching pink jacket and boots.

He didn’t know what it was, but he felt like something had slammed into his chest. He wanted to look away from you, but he just….couldn’t. You seemed so…delicate? How your body wasn’t as bruised as your eye was a mystery.

“Hi,” you tried, a small smile in your face. All that went through his head was that he needed to get the fuck out of there. Without saying a word he walked past, and he felt his shoulder run into your eyes. It felt like you shocked him, and it just caused him to walk away faster. He was sure you’d tell Sami, and he would get an earful for his actions, but he didn’t care.

He was fucking terrified of you.

#fanfiction #wwe #yandere #kevin owens #kevin owens x reader #wwe fanfiction #chapter story #yandere!kevin owens

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shojizbae · 10 months

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Min Ho's Madness Party

MinHo x Fem!Reader

masterlist

♨︎☤♨︎✄

From the bubbles birthed a vindictive person. I got out of the bubble bath a different person. I spent the night pampering myself. In more ways than one. Too many sex dreams left my body wired and I didn't need to worry about my volume.

The next day came and didn't pay attention to other people. I spent the day hanging out with Florian. He was actually lovely to hang out with. He admired my paintings until Q rolled up and stole him. I broke out the rest of my supplies and started painting. It was so much more comforting to let my brain turn off for the holiday. I got some lunch with Q, Kitty, and Florian after a few hours of painting. I actually studied a little for the impending exams. I got back in the bubble bath at the end of the day. Tomorrow night two of my roommates would come home.

It was nice spending the day alone in the dorm. I didn't feel like the hermit I was 2 weeks ago. My phone was being blown up the whole time and we were sharing notes and tea. The weekend passed and the girls came home. I made sure to let them riffle through this new closet of everyone's dreams. I made another batch of maejakgwa for them to much on while we catch up on their breaks. I shrug off my break and tell them "nothing special" happened.

They thank me for the treats and disperse throughout the dorm. I receive a text from Kitty to come to her dorm. She insists that I arrive at her dorm in no less than twenty minutes. I don't want to go over because I know Min Ho will be getting ready for his date with Lulu.

It stung.

I did manage to pull on an outfit worthy of sitting in someone's dorm. I put on a pair of leggings and a sweater and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. I bring a batch of cookies that my roommates had yet to devour. I let my roommates know that I'm leaving and began the walk. It started to sprinkle halfway through the trip so I picked up the pace. I wave to Professor Finnerty and he smiles at me. I approach him and offer a cookie which he accepted with a shocked smile. He lets me go through the dorms to the room.

With a knock on the door, I get dragged by my arm into the room. Kitty lets go of my arm when I tell her to. She snatched the box of cookies from my hands and drags me to her room. I was put on Q's mattress across from Florian and Q who were cuddling but facing me. Kitty sat down next to them and push the container of sweets in their face.

"Why am I here?" thunder rumbles in the background

"What happened at Chuseok?" Florian started

"What do you mean?" I reposition myself

"Mon dieu, with Min Ho?"

"Nothing happened." I cross my arms and Q sighed

"Then what's the matter?" Kitty inquires

"Nothing happened." I repeat realizing my mistake "Oh my god, I wanted something to happen between Min Ho and myself."

"You like him? Why?" Kitty sounds reidiculously shocked and I get off Q's mattress and join them.

"I don't know!" I whine and join them with a flop "Hand me a cookie." someone puts food in my palm and I take a pitiful bite, "He repulses me. He's so mean and self-centered. And I like boys with freckles."

"Well, find a boy with freckles." Q states plainly

"Where? I don't go out."

"Well, Min Ho is throwing that rager on Friday."

"Why can't we talk about something else?" I divert

"Because I'm sick of hearing about Kitty's mommy issues!"

"Wait, Momy issues, what mommy issues?"

"Basically, I think my mom has a secret son and I'm like 98.99999% sure that Professor Finnerty is my half-brother. But the real drama is that I sent Dae my mom's necklace for Chuseok and he has yet to respond."

"I thought your mom was dead?"

"Yeah, and his mom died three years ago. I gifted him my mom's necklace but demanded it back when I found out he was cheating."

"So, you gave it back as a peace saying and he hasn't given you anything back?" She nods "Well that's fucking rude." Q sighs

"I'm gonna take Florian to the couch because I cannot be around this again."

"No no, I can hang this up. That's just messed up." Q sighs and get's up

"I'm gonna walk Florian home, you two can bark about this to each other." They walk out holding hands and Kitty and I both sigh and roll our eyes. The door is left open and I can spot Min Ho fixing his hair in the reflection of something in the kitchen. He throws on a pair of shoes and checks his phone before walking out of the dorm.

"Hey!" She snaps her fingers in front of my face, "Don't think about him. I know it's hard but just put him out of your mind."

"But he's everywhere."

"then don't go everywhere."

"That's not physically possible."

"you know what I mean, we'll just come over to your dorm when we want to hang out. There are ways to avoid him."

"Ok, do you want to rant about your family?"

"YES!"

♨︎☤♨︎✄

Nothing eventful happened up until Wednesday. Q, Kitty, and I were walking around during lunch with some smoothies and Kitty is whining about her family and Dae again.

"UGH Kitty all week all I've heard is 'Dae necklace Alex Yuri necklace Alexi, Yuri, Dae You're like a robot that's stuck on loop."

"Or a broken record," I suggest while biting on my straw

"Don't act like you're not a part of this! At least she's multifaceted! All day you're just Min Ho Min Ho Min HO!"

"What?" Min Ho suddenly arrived

"Nothing!" I froze up

"Please they're having a lot of girl drama you wouldn't-"

"Yeah I'm out" Min Ho stated and walked away

"I hate that you have to kind of be misogynistic to tell him off." I whine

"Well, what the hell was that reaction, nothing!" He mocks

"Yeah you really"

"Girl don't get make me get into this!"

We continue to walk through the courtyard and Q instructs us to pussy up.

"Why focus on this when we could talk about what you'll be wearing to Min Ho's Madness party?"

"why would I go to his party when I'm trying to avoid him?"

"Yeah same, Yuri and Dae would definitely be there." Kitty adds

"Well, Yuri is DJing so she'll definitely be there but Dae doesn't party. And at this party you could,"

"Watch Yuri Dj?"

"No both of you guys can find new boys to complain about to me. You could find a new boy to kiss." he placates to Kitty

"Oh my god, you're right. I can't believe I was going to stay at home moping about a boy? My god, I'm turning into LJ."

"What should I wear?" Was the question that triggered a tornado

♨︎☤♨︎✄

I managed to get through Thursday but as soon as classes finished on Friday, Q and Kitty flooded my dorm. My roommate went to her boyfriend's dorm to prepare for the party. So they destroyed my closet for twenty minutes to get me ready for this party. There was clothing all over the floor before they came to a consensus. They found a 3 piece pinstripe suit they really like.

"I just know Flo is wearing something similar so I don't want you to match."

"Aw you've moved on to nicknames,"Kitty and I coo

"Yes, but you're the focus right now." He holds the suit on its hanger and waves it around

"Well if It helps, why don't you slut me up? Like you can really make me appeal to the male gaze."

"No no no, if we're going to get you a date, you need to appeal to the female gaze." He throws the suit on my bed

"I have an idea," Kitty raises her hand timidly "When I was dressing you the other day, it was kind of hard to ignore the lingerie in your closet." I immediately freeze

"What! you had lingerie this whole time and didn't tell me!" Q seems to have gone off the rails as he frantically waves a mini dress around

"Yeah," I roll off my bed and separate some jackets to find the hidden piece "My aunt bough it for me because she thought boys would be tripping over me here. It's never been worn, the tags are still on it." I present the lacy pink body suit.

"What the hell this is gorgeous!" Q throws the dress and snatches the body suit from my hands. "Ok, Here's my thoughts" He riffles through the pile of clothes on the ground to reveal my shoe collection. "We ditch the vest in that suit and put this. Then, we get some heavy punky boots to juxtapose that softness of the pink. Then hmm, I think with the undertones of your skin and the color of the suit we add just a shit ton of silver jewelry."

"Sounds good to me, there's a cool pair of boots under my pants drawer." he opened the box to find some ankle high boots,

"No, you need bigger boots." Kitty comments. She is pulling clothes off the ground and puts them back on hangers.

"If that's the case, I'm kind of scared of these," I show some shiny over the knee boots with some buckles.

"Well, you're facing your fears tonight. We're gonna steam these in your shower so they loosen up. Kitty, we have to get started on your outfit."

We run over to their dorms and start riffling through Kitty's closet. and attack it with the same rigor. We cycle through the same treatment and then we do the same for Q. While Q is getting dressed I do Kitty's makeup and we steam her shoes. She looks so gorgeous. Q helps zip her into her dress while I straighten her hair. Florian comes over to help Q with his makeup and they end up making out so I decide to go get ready.

Once back in my dorm, I am confronted by the mess they left in my room. I take ten minutes to hang everything back up and do a quick vacuuming. I take my boots out of the shower and rinse off. But I realize that I need a much softer body so I take almost twenty minutes to shave. I blow dry and curl my hair with a face mask on and apply loads of perfume. I put oils on my skin so it feels silky smooth and put on that god-forsaken body suit.

It shapes my body well but, it gives my boobs an unneeded boost. I suit then take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror. I look hot. I look hot! I attempt to convince myself. I tug my skirt up my legs and sip myself in. It's a little short that I was prepared to wear and it was extra tight. That's fine it makes me look hot.

I start my makeup, a smoked-out wing liner that lifts my eyes. I keep the base light but apply a blush high on my cheeks. The main focus is my lips, I used a cherry-colored lip tint to make them look extra appealing. I start picking out jewelry, I'm wearing lots of rings, some silver hoops, and a dainty necklace. I decide that my legs need some love so I find a thigh chain with some stars. I put on the jacket and roll up the sleeves and add some bracelets.

I check the time and see that I'm almost late, the party starts in twenty minutes.

Shit.

I find a thick pair of fuzzy pink socks to give my feet some reprieve tonight. Then I spend ten minutes tugging my boots up. They're so fucking tight. I finally get the zipper up my legs and get thrown back at the force. I finally look in the mirror and straighten myself out. I apply another layer of deodorant and then more perfume then put my belongings in a shoulder strap purse.

I catch a taxi to Rubix and on the ride I see tons of texts I received.

'where are you?' from kitty

'why are u so damn late

'u better not be pussying out' from Q

'they're whining pls hurry' from Florian

I put us all in a group chat and share my location then say 'I'm on my goddamn way.' the driver makes small talk with me while I readjust my many rings. I wish he would leave me alone. We finally pull up to the club and I get out and he shouts something about paying. I just walk up to the bouncer and give him some goo-goo eyes. He lets me through the velvet rope with a smile. I hear the taxi driver shout one final protest before I slip into the building.

From the orange reflective hallway, I hear the music is already blaring as I step out. I hear the opening synth to Streets by Doja Cat play as I take the first step from the massive doorway. I take a deep breath and force the embarrassed smile off my face. I put on a confident bitch face and strut my shit down the stairs.

unbeknownst to me there was quite a situation happening under me. Min Ho was just finishing yelling at one of the bouncers when she walked in. She was dripping with confidence and hot. As she struts past him she smelt one of many expensive perfumes. He followed her to the bar preparing to make a move,

"Hey there pretty lady," when she spun around the pink under layer of hair was the first warning sign. But when he took in her face he yelled in shock.

"Ahh not again!" he made a mad dash as (Y/n) took a sip from her virgin spicy martini

"What the hell was that?" She asked Florian as he slid toward her.

"I don't know, he's been acting weird all night. he's like extra stuck up. I don't know." Q and Kitty approach us

"Holy shit you look hot.' Q states, Kitty merely nods with her bottom jaw slightly ajar

"Do you guys have something a little less virgin?" I hold up my drink

"Oui," Florian pulls a flask from his jacket

"Thank god," I hold the glass out to him and watch as he pours vodka into the mix "I brought some gin just in case," I pat my purse

"(Y/n)! I didn't realize you were so naughty" Q gives me a shocked expression

"Well, when you live in the UK for half a year, you learn how to hold your booze. But in Korea, underage drinking is such a huge no go so I didn't have a reason to drink." I down the margarita without a falter in my expression and place the glass on the table

"La vache!" Florian exclaims

"Alright, let's get this show on the road!" i grab them by the wrists and start to drag them onto the dance floor

"how can she say something that lame and dad-ish after downing vodka like a wellness shot?"

"I don't know mon amour, she's like an onion." I drag them into the booming music. It's deafening and a perfect catalyst for my body. The booze starts to seep into my blood giving me that extra boost. The music feels like it's caressing my skin as I twist and grind to the music. I see a few people eyeing me from the sides on the floor and motion them over. They join me in dancing to the bumping bass.

man, this Dj must have put something good in his mix.

I start to sweat after dancing in the packed crowd so I traverse to the sidelines to get a drink. I order something mango but fiery and fish through my purse so find my flask. I dump out a shot and a half and smile at the flavor profile. The booze only accentuates the sweetness of the mango juice. I decide that I'm lonely and take a lap only to discover Dae whining at Q and Flo.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"We're pretty sure Dae never got Kittie's necklace."

"Oh shit, she's so mad at you man." I snort and take another sip of my drink "You better find that necklace." I empty the glass once again and set in on the table. "Are you guys staying her for a minute?"

"Yeah, we were just making out." Q states with a smile

"Aw, that's kinda gross. can you watch my purse while I dance?" I'm already pulling it off my shoulder and putting it behind the two

"Yeah sure I guess, we'll just be here." Before I turn around they're already kissing again. I gotta find me one of those. I make a dash straight for the center again. As I move my hips to the DJ's rhythm I scan who's feeling me.

One guy is a little too pointy for my liking, and one's a little creepy but right as the chorus hits I find my goldilocks. The DJ. He's got this cool distressed orange sweater and he's playing a nice set. I make my dive. I approach with a smile.

"Heyy," my tipsiness dawns on me. He is so much taller than me right now. i look up at the booth on a platform.

"Hi, you wanna request something?" he asks in Korean

"Yeah, Maria by HWASA?"

"i like your taste,"

"(Y/n)" I tell him plainly, "What your name?"

"Myung." He turns some dials

"Cool name, Myung." I step up onto the platform. At this point, I'm basically screaming over the music. He grabs me by the hand and pulls me behind the booth. There are no speakers behind us so it's just slightly quieter than before.

"I saw you on the floor, you've got some moves."

"Oh yeah," I drop my pitch a little "You want to see real moves?" He transitions from his current song to Maria. I give him a searing kiss and bite his lip tenderly as I pull away. I take a step toward the ledge and aerial off it, those 7 years of gymnastics really came in handy when I want to show off.

The pre-chorus drops with a booming thud as I make it to the center. A circle forms around me I move to the beat. People crowd me but I feel like I'm giving a private performance. It's just me and Myung. right as the Spanish key change is about to hits I spot him from the corner of my eye,

Min Ho is standing on one of the low stairs with a drink in his hand and a clenched jaw. We lock eyes a moment but roll mine at him and find someone cute to grab onto. I find a European-looking kid as the music switches and we dance to the clapping snares. His hips snap in synch with mine. I pull my hair around and turn in circles with him.

The song comes to a close and I kiss him by pulling his tie and push him away by his pec. I make my way to the bar and get something icy. I skip the booze this time and find Q and Florian once again. They never stopped kissing but somehow manage to hand me back my purse. I pull my phone out and witness a string of texts from Min Ho.

I reply with a thumbs-down emoji and finish off my drink. I put the glass on the counter and right as I want to reenter the floor my bladder chooses otherwise. I waddle to a nearby bathroom but groan at the line. I find Myung and he directs me to the staff bathroom.

"That should take down some of the wait time." I skip into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I feel five pounds lighter after peeing and I wash my hands and put on more deodorant. I readjust my hair and unlock the door.

when I step out Myung is still there, he looks even hotter in the stable dim light.

"Wanna make out?" I suggest and he pulls me in by my waist. I don't have a clue how long we spent just locked together. He felt like heaven against me and the strength he used kept me just barely off my feet. I felt like I was floating. Like I was weightless. Time slows when I'm wrapped in his arms, and I don't mind when his hands start to wander. It's only until we're harshly pulled apart that I return to Earth.

"Are you assaulting one of my guests?" Min Ho yells at Myung before he can protest he interjects "You're fired! Get out!" Myung runs to collect his thing leaving me alone with a raging pretty boy.

"What the hell was that for?" I slap his chest

"Why were you humping that loser?"

"Because I liked it." I drop a hip and give him a smile\

"You're disgusting you know he was trying to grope you? I saw his hand reaching fro your ass."

"I wanted it there," I grunt in frustration and stomp off. I find Kitty who seems past tipsy and talking to some guy in a green jacket. Before I can get to them Yuri shoes him away and give her snacks. They leave the table and I sit on the chair they neglected and angrily pull my flask out. I finish the rest which could only be 3 shots and put my flask back in my purse. The rush of booze burns my throat but I just move through it as Yuri starts her set.

She remixes 'Everybody Wants to Rule the World' and I jump around to the beat. I feel free once again. I shake my hair and my hips to the beat. Man Yuri knows how to mix this shit. Maybe I have a thing for DJ's.

Right as I seep into the rhythm the music is brought to an abrupt halt. Principal Han and Professor Lee stand on top of the DJ platform with the plug in their hands. Oh shit. I make a mad dash to an emergency exit by the staff bathroom. I take the side exit and find a cab two blocks from Rubix. I don't remember making it home but i woke up the next day still covered in makeup but clad in a pair of underwear and a big ass teeshirt.

My head pounds from the gentle sunlight filtering through my blinds.

Oh fuck.

#kdrama #min ho x y/n #xo kitty #strangers to lovers #enemies to lovers #Youtube #Spotify

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party

Sirius Black X Reader [seven minutes in heaven]

WARNINGS: underage drinking, partying. and guess what—they make out lol.

WORD COUNT: 3330 words

You were walking alone along the hallway, smiling widely, as you thought of how close spring break was. Being in your sixth year at Hogwarts you had a lot of homework, and you cherished having some time without McGonagall always on your back about due assignments.

"Oi, Y/n!" A voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

Looking over your shoulder you saw James Potter, one of your closest friends and classmates.

"James, for the last time I will not help you guys steal any firewhiskey," you let out an exasperated sigh.

Your hazel-eyed friend grinned as he ran his hand through his brown curls.

"Not to worry, I have something much more important to discuss with you," James continued grinning, "But not here, let's find somewhere with less eavesdroppers".

He slid an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into an empty corridor.

"James you're kinda freaking me out," you whispered.

"Sorry, we just don't want everybody to know." He explained softly.

"Who's we? What don't you want everybody to know?" You questioned, getting more confused by the second.

James looked over his shoulders, ensuring that no one was listening before continuing, "Okay, so, since it's the last day before the break the other Marauders and I have decided to throw a little get-together. To, ya know, celebrate. And we were hoping that you and Lily would come."

You crossed your arms as you leaned against the brick wall. "And why aren't you asking Lily? Oh, lemme guess, she already said 'no'."

James's grin vanished as he dropped your gaze.

"That's what I thought," You side-stepped James, shaking your head as you felt a ting of pity.

You didn't get far as James grabbed onto your shoulders, spinning you around so you were facing him once again.

"Lily said that if I got you to come, then she would come too. Please Y/n" His face was serious, and his eyes pleading.

You were sort of an introvert, preferring to spend your time reading in the library, or hanging out with a smaller group of friends then going to a large party. You were okay with low-energy parties, but anything too crazy made you feel uncomfortable. And you knew any party of the Marauders would definitely not be small nor civilized.

You thought of James, and how much he seemed to love your red-haired friend, Lily. You knew that deep-down she liked James back, she was just too stubborn to admit it. It was your duty as a friend to both Lily, and James to attend this party, but that was the only reason you would go. Your mind wandered to a certain dark haired boy, with a charming smile that made your heart melt. No, no way did he affect your decision … Or so you tried to convince yourself.

"Fine, I'll go" You agreed, coming back to reality.

James whooped as he picked you up and began spinning you around in a circle. You laughed, amused at his behaviour.

"What's going on?"

James, still beaming, set you down as you turned to see the rest of the Marauders standing in the corridor.--The Marauders, there was-- James Potter, the most rambunctious one, who was also seemingly in love with your best friend, Lily, next there was Remus Lupin, the most soft-spoken, and your closest friend out of the group, then Peter Pettigrew, a rather odd boy who followed the others around, and lastly, Sirius Black; the foolishly handsome womanizer who, unfortunately, seemed to have cast you under his spell. He was also the boy who had interrupted James's celebration.

"Y/n is gonna come to the party!" James giddily shook your shoulders.

Sirius chuckled, "So in other words, Lily is coming too?"

The smile on James's face confirmed Sirius's suspicion.

"That's great James!" Remus congratulated, "But if you make any more noise Filch is gonna have you in detention,".

"Ahh, your right as always Moony, we had better go start setting up anyways. Thank you Y/n!" Taking you by surprise James pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed your cheek.

"Uh yah, of course," You managed to take a breath.

"Prongs, let's get going yeah?" Sirius said, his expression dark.

James immediately released you from the hug, giving you a small smile before looking apologetically at Sirius. Remus started walking out of the corridor, Peter and James following close behind. You had been too busy watching the others to notice that Sirius was now less than a foot away. You glanced at him, growing more nervous by the second as he leaned in towards you. His breath, hot on your neck, sent shivers down your spine.

"Looking forward to tonight, love," he smirked.

You stood, too stunned to move, as he turned and confidently walked away.

After regaining control of your body, you made your way out of the corridor, your mind in a state of forelsket. (yes im too dramatic sometimes)

It was now 10:00 o'clock that night and you, along with your two closest friends, were sneaking through the seventh floor on your way to the party in the room of requirement. To your right was Camilla Canis, the most outgoing and opinionated out of the three of you. She was very excited to be going to the Marauders party. To your left was Lily Evans, she was more like you, quieter and serene, but unlike you she had a good relationship with her schoolwork. Not saying you were a bad student, you just didn't feel any joy when being assigned extra questions in Potions. Anyways, Lily, unlike Camilla, was not excited to go to the party. She had not been pleased to know that you had agreed to go, and that as a result she would have to attend.

"Y'all ready to kick it?" Camilla's voice broke through the silence.

"Oh ya I'm ecstatic," Lily glared at you.

You held up your hands defensively, "Sorry, but I mean isn't there a tiny part of you that's glad you decided to come?"

The look Lily gave you was enough to silence you. Thankfully the door of the room of requirement appeared before things got any more heated.

As you stepped inside, you raised your hand up to shade your eyes from the bright lights. Your ears were met with blaring dance music. Once you were used to the light you noticed that you were in a red room, no smaller than your common room. There were streamers hanging from the ceiling, couches and chairs along the walls, and tables that held various drinks and snacks. In the very middle of the room was a dance floor, where most of the party goers were gathered; apart from those making out in the darkened corners. All in all you were pretty impressed.

"Well," Said Lily, peering around. "What do we do now?"

"I don't know, go snog James or something. I'm gonna grab a drink, guys want anything?" Camilla asked.

Lily, who had turned a bright shade of red, just shook her head no.

"Y/n? Want something?" Camilla looked at you.

"No, I'm good,". You rarely drank, especially not when you were surrounded by people, it didn't tend to work out well.

"Ladies!" the three of you turned to see James and Sirius making their way through the sea of dancing people.

"You made it!" Sirius slipped one of his arms around your waist.

You immediately tensed up. Sirius was always very flirtatious and his actions weren't out of the ordinary, but your body still reacted even at his slightest touch.

"Wouldn't have missed it for the world," You said blushing.

"ACTually I coul… Lily started, but stopped after noticing the look of hurt flash on James's face. "It looks really good," she quickly covered up.

James smiled in appreciation."Well, if you girls are looking for something to do, I believe we are going to start playing a game very soon,"

"What game?" You asked curiously.

"You'll find out soon enough love," Sirius winked at you.

You looked at James, your curiosity growing.

James just grinned, "Ya, what he said. Oh but I should warn you, things are gonna be heating up".

James and Sirius then turned and began making their way through the crowd of people dancing, occasionally pulling someone aside.

"Hey Camilla," you nudged your friend with your arm.

"Sup,"

"I think I better get a drink now,".

Two shots of firewhiskey later you were feeling quite relaxed, which was perfect because the mysterious game was about to start. There was a group of you who had gathered on some couches in the corner of the room as you waited for the instructions.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming to the party. I think it was a huge success, but sadly it has come to an end," James frowned at the group.

There was a chorus of 'Nooo' and 'It's not even late' from everyone sitting. Obviously most people were not ready for the fun to end.

"Hey now, the party may have ended," Sirius started, "But the after party starts right now!" he grinned.

You shook your head smiling as everyone, except Lily, whooped and cheered.

"Haha that's right," James laughed, "Now let's get to this game, has anyone here played Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

The majority of you all shook your heads but some, including Camilla, were giving knowing glances to each other.

"This is right up your alley Y/N," Camilla whispered to you, grinning.

Something told you that she was definitely lying. A knot began forming in the bottom of your stomach as the effects of the fire whiskey faded.

"Soooo, for those who don't know, Seven Minutes in Heaven is like an intense version of spin the bottle. The girls will put an item of theirs into this bag, and the guys will put an item of theirs into the bag James is holding. Everyone will get a turn to draw from the other bag, whoevers item you pick out is the one you will be spending time with," Sirius grinned cheekily, "…In the closet."

You lowered your face as you felt it heat up, your imagination going wild with what could possibly happen in the closet. You lifted your face only to find Sirius's eyes boring down into yours. If it was possible, your face turned a deeper shade of crimson. After what felt like hours you managed to look away.

Beside you Camilla was threatening to turn Lily's hair green if she didn't put something in the bag, which prompted you to search your pockets for an object. You managed to find a small bracelet charm which you dropped into the bag as it was passed around.

"Alright, looks like everyone's had a chance to put somethin in, so who's first?" James asked, smiling devilishly.

Not to your surprise, Camilla stood up and reached her hand into the bag pulling out a blue tassel.

"Who's the lucky man?" Sirius asked, looking around the circle.

"That would be me,". The voice belonged to Betram Aubrey, a very handsome Ravenclaw.

Camilla grinned, very pleased with her luck, as Bertram grabbed her hand and led her through one of the many doors that lined the wall.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't like!!" Sirius called after them, smiling mischievously, "now who's next?".

As time passed more and more people were sent into the closet together. Some came out all disheveled and blushing, and others came out looking ready to fight. Camilia had gotten to go into a closet twice now, but you and Lily hadn't had the chance yet. Neither of you, especially her, were too upset about it, but some part of you was curious to see what might happen if your name got called.

You were interrupted from your thoughts as Camilla lightly elbowed your shoulder, "Y/n,".

"Hmm, what?" You asked looking up. What you saw made your heart stop beating. Sirius Orion Black was holding up your charm bracelet. His eyes swept through the circle of people to land on you. He smirked at you and immediately you felt your face heating up, your eyes unable to drop his gaze.

"Well go get him Y/n," Camilla encouraged pushing you up.

It felt like you were moving in slow motion as you made your way over to Black, who still wore his signature smirk. As you reached him he grabbed your hand and led you into one of the rooms; he shut the door and you were both engulfed in darkness.

"Sirius?" you called out.

"I'm right here, love," he chuckled.

He sounded much closer than you expected and instinctively you took a step back, finding yourself pressed against a wall.

"Am I making you nervous?" he asked, as he took another step closer to you, trapping you against the wall.

Your body froze as he placed his hands on either side of your head, leaning close enough that you could feel his breathe on your neck.

"I-," you couldn't think clearly with his face just inches from yours.

"That's alright love," he murmured against your neck, "just tell me if you don't want this,"

You responded with silence as all you could do was stare into his piercing grey eyes, your body trapped between a wall and the man you had always longed for.

"Sounds good to me," his tone darkened as he lightly traced your jawline with his hand.

Sirius tipped your chin up, his eyes questioning, giving you one last chance to back out, but there wasn't any part of you that didn't want him, right here, right now and so you responded by quickly pressing your lips against his.

Pulling back you saw a look of surprise ridden on his face, but it quickly turned into a smirk, "No patience ay love? Well, let's try to take this slow."

As he spoke his lips brushed excruciatingly slowly over the naked skin at your neck. Sirius suddenly stopped his movement, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss started out slow, and careful but quickly became more passionate as want overcame the both of you. His hands found your waist, pulling your body flush against his own. Sirius pulled out of the kiss only for his lips to find your neck. Slowly he nipped and sucked at your skin, tilting your face to the side for better accessibility. His grip on your waist tightened as he lowly groaned, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin of your neck. You found your body heating up, enjoying the feeling of pure pleasure that was coursing through your body. A soft moan left your mouth as he began sucking harsher, leaving your skin marked with a deep shade of crimson. As he continued, you found yourself overwhelmed with the need to touch him and so you maneuvered his body so he was the one pressed against the wall. This earned a low growl in response from Sirius as he withdrew from your neck. With a newly found confidence you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his. Slowly deepening the kiss you dipped hungrily into his mouth, Sirius reciprocated the kiss as his tongue found its way through your salty lips. Your hands ran through Sirius's hair, lightly tugging on the ends, causing his body to shudder. You both pulled away, breathing heavily as you fought to regain your breath.

Sirius's hands fell to your hips as he pushed you back against the wall, his eyes dark and his voice low as he murmured in your ear, "I want you Y/n,".

Chills ran through your body at his words, which were so painfully honest and full of emotion. You leaned your head against the wall behind you giving him more access as he began to nip at your collarbone, his lips travelling tantalizingly slow to the base of your neck, finding your sweet spot. Feeling the need for more contact you tugged at the base of his shirt, signalling that you wanted it off. He smirked against your neck as he obliged, teasing you as he pulled his shirt off, inch by inch. The urge to glare at him was interrupted as your eyes were drawn to his naked torso. Your eyes devoured his body, taking in every beautifully crafted muscle.

"It's rude to stare," Sirius smirked.

You felt your face heat up, but surprisingly you didn't turn away, instead you moved closer to him staring right into his eyes as your hands gripped his arms.

"Shut up Black," you muttered before connecting your lips to his neck.

Your hands slowly moved up his arms, feeling the definition there before your hands roamed his torso, your mouth slowly trailed down his neck to his chest, sucking harshly and pulling on his uncovered skin with your lips. Sirius responded with a low groan, his hands moving to grip your waist. You pulled away from his body slightly as you admired him, his usually perfect hair was now disheveled, his face flush, and his lips were dark and swollen, but in your eyes this was his truest form of raw beauty.

"What are you looking at?" he chuckled, having caught you admiring him.

"You," you smiled softly.

His eyes shined as he pulled you closer "You're much nicer to look at," he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

A small laugh escaped your lips as you once again wrapped your arms around his neck. Sirius leaned back and cupped your face with one of hands, the other remaining on your hip. His lips met yours full of need, which you recorpirated with the same passion. Your hands willed his body closer until there was no space between you. Hungrily, you deepened the kiss tilting his face to the side as your tongues fought for dominance.

Suddenly the door to the room was flung open as you heard James voice shouting, "Times up lovers!!"

Sirius immediatley moved his body to shade you from view, allowing you to straighten up your hair and clothing. The bright light from outside the room seemed to bring you back to your senses as everything sunk in. You were now one of the many girls that had gotten used by the notorious womanizer who was Sirius Black.

Shaking your head in disappointment at yourself you tried to push by Sirius, but he caught your wrist, preventing you from leaving.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

You laughed bitterly, "You got what you wanted Black, now will you let me go?"

"What I wanted," he shook his head, "What I want is still you Y/n, all of you, always,".

"Me?" you said in disbelief, "You could have anyone you wanted but you want me?"

"Yes,"

"Why?" your voice came out as a whisper.

"Because you are the most genuine, loving, and generous person I have ever met, and I'm not about to let you slip through my fingers. I want to be with you" He replied honestly.

"I, well I don't know what to say," you said looking up at him.

"Don't say anything right now, just promise me you'll think about it," he reached for your hands.

You just nodded, smiling softly.

"HEY GUYS WHY ARE YOU TAKING SO LONG?" James's shouting interrupted your shared gaze.

Sirius smiled at you before turning to leave the room.

"Hey Black you forgot about your shirt," you called out after him.

He turned back and grinned, "Keep it, you'll look better in it anyways," he winked, continuing back to the others.

You shook your head smiling as you tucked his shirt under your arm, your heart full and your mind heavy.

#sirius black #fanfiction #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #oneshot #snogging #seven minutes in heaven #gryffindor party

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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Frog (Lemyanka) - Mar

A/N: Sapphic September day 7: Frog

“Lemon, I promise. It’s what all my sisters and aunts and grandmothers say: you kiss a frog, you get a prince.”

Lemon eyed the little frog on the edge of the fountain wearily. It was slimy and green and not prince-like at all.

“I don’t know, Pri.” She leaned over to look at the frog. It looked up at her with its tiny empty eyes. “It doesn’t look like a prince. It’s so… common.”

“That’s your future husband you’re talking about,” said Priyanka, “show some kindness. Don’t you want that big castle up the hill? It’s all you’ve dreamed about since before we could walk.”

Lemon sighed, tired. They had been at it for ten minutes already.

“Think of your castle,” Priyanka said in a sing-songy voice. “The parties we could throw there!”

“Should’ve known this was all in your self-interest,” Lemon said with a smirk.

“I also want you to live happily ever after, or whatever,” Priyanka mumbled. “Come on, chop chop, your fairytale awaits.”

“Fine,” Lemon said, rolling up the sleeves of her dress. She kneeled in front of the fountain and got eye level with the frog. “Um, hi.”

The frog blinked at her.

“So my name is Lemon, and I’m going to kiss you now. If you don’t want that to happen, you should move.”

The frog blinked at her.

“Alright,” Lemon said, uncertain. “Here goes.”

Carefully, she kissed the sticky, cold head of the tiny frog. She pulled back, expectant, waiting with held breath for a sparkling transformation and…

Absolutely nothing happened.

Priyanka’s cackle scared away the birds around them.

“I can’t believe you fell for that!” she said, bent over in laughter and holding her stomach. “I didn’t think it’d work, my sisters did it to me but I was ten!”

“Oh, you little…”

Lemon grabbed Priyanka’s shoulders.

“Wha—”

Lemon cleaned her frog-kissing lips by leaving a quick succession of kisses all over Priyanka’s face, missing her lips by millimeters and making her blush.

“What are you— why—” Priyanka stumbled over her words and then stumbled over the fountain wall, falling head-first in the water.

The little frog jumped away from the splash and disappeared in the bushes.

“You scared away my future husband,” Lemon said.

“My mom’s gonna kill me,” said Priyanka, looking at her soaked dress.

Taking pity on her friend, Lemon offered her hand.

“Come on, let’s get you dry.”

“Alright,” said Priyanka, taking Lemon’s hand and immediately pulling her inside the fountain.

Lemon spluttered as she sat up and splashed Priyanka’s face.

“You’re such a jerk,” she said, giggling.

“Maybe,” Priyanka said with a shy smile. “Are you going to kiss me about it again?”

#rpdr fanfiction #sapphic september 2022 #lemon x priyanka #priyanka #lemon #fantasy #drcan #can1 #lesbian au #mar #concrit welcome

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just-more-trolls · 1 year

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~=Party of One=~

Just a short drabble of Wyllow’s plans for 12th Perigee’s..and the follow-up.

CW for: a slow-to-quick spiral into a mild breakdown and sadness..this is a sad piece :’)

The night air was particularly crisp as Wyllow flitted from storefront to storefront gathering up the necessary items and ingredients she just couldn’t grow herself. 12th Perigee’s was upon Alternia and one of Wyllow’s traditions since having met Kanisa was to cook as much food as she could and throw a small 12th Perigee garden party.

Wyllow loved the Holidays just for that!

First it was just her and Kani; sometimes Kani would bring Keyser or, more recently Teagan. At a couple of points she had her ex-moirail there too but she didn’t like to think about it too much. Then she befriended Anaisa and two-to-three became three-to-four or even five! A true party!

On Wyllow’s way out back to her hive, she dropped off her gift to her newest acquaintence Lloric, along with a simple but pretty invitation card to her hive for her sweeply 12th Perigee dinner that held both directions to her hive and her palmhusk number.

“you don’t have to uhm...say yes or no right here right now..just uh..” she paused to adjust her armfuls of bags and boxes. “..just think it over, yea?”

“okay i uh..i got to go..bye!” And with that she was hurrying off hive with her items before Lloric could give any definitive answers.

Every sweep Wyllow decorated and cooked not to impress her peers; she lived out in nowheresville, who was there to impress? She did it for her friends whom she knew, at least on a surface level, that they would appreciate a moment to forget whatever was plaguing their lives however brief it may be.

As Wyllow put out the decorations and strung up the fairy lights along the cap of her mushroom hive, her palmhusk went off as she got a message. Getting down to the ground again, she pulled it out check.

Kani_Banani: ~Cv~ Hey Wylie I got an invite to go eat @ Oz’s n’ Teags’ for 12th Perigee’s.. Kani_Banani: ~Cv~ Will you n Anaisa be alright without me this time? g@rd3ngn0m3: uhm...@n@is@ moved out like...weeks @go.. Kani_Banani: ~Cv~ Oh..well I can shift plans around it’s no biggie g@rd3ngn0m3: its ok k@ni~! i know how much te@g@n me@ns to you.. Kani_Banani: ~Cv~ You sure? You’ll be alright..? g@rd3ngn0m3: ye@! its fine its fine it gives me time to work on @ few projects~

What projects? Wyllow had a couple of ideas as she meandered into the hive to get food started. She had been thinking about making little fairy houses and a whole town to disperse into her gardens..give it all a little decor.

And it wasn’t all that bad. She did invite someone new so maybe she would be able to keep the tradition alive!

......

Oh who was she kidding. Lloric barely knew her.

Even as Wyllow cooked her 12th Perigee pork roast the back of her mind began to bog down with the what-ifs and but-whats.

What if Lloric doesn’t show? What if he does but hates it?

But what if he thinks you’re just pitying him?

Hours ticked down to minutes. Minutes to seconds. Wyllow had the prepared feast set out on the tables under the gazebo, which was decked out in fairy lights, ready for guests that weren’t coming.

Wyllow sunk down into a chair realizing she had cooked without thinking. Now she had food for people who weren’t here. She stared into her pork roast blankly trying to work out why she did it.

She figured she did it out of pure habit. Or perhaps to keep her mind busy.

Her thoughts were beginning to push and elbow their way to the fore of her mind as she sat there. Black-painted claws dug into the wicker arms of the chair as she worked to fight sweeps of repressed trauma and negative emotions from taking over her mind.

She hated the Holidays. She hated having to force herself to put on a smile. But it kept the thoughts at bay. It kept her mind busy, especially when there’s people to share it with.

It seemed she had no one to share it with anymore.

She was stupid to have invited someone who vaguely knew her. She was stupid to had believed Anaisa would be around forever. She was stupid for thinking Kanisa would drop everything and come visit her.

The sudden snap of wicker and the sudden shot of pain going up her hand only snapped her out of it long enough to let go of the chair and grab her fingers. She was stupid to have gotten emotional to the point of breaking her nails.

Wyllow got up and just..abandoned the food to tend to her fingers..

It was going to be a Party of One anyway.

#ic #drabble #Wyllow Pannim #Party of One #:')

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Hey there! Please can I request a Percy x reader where before Percy meets VM and he's building his gun he meets a psychic who tells him he's going to meet the love of his life and he's like "no" but then he meets the reader (who's with VM) and he's sees the reader and internally he's just like "fuuuuuuccckkk". Thank you 😊

a/n: definitely pulled out origins for this req. i hope you dont mind.

i thought this one was actually kind of cute, and ofc, reader has to make the most dramatic entrance, bc im a fucking loser.

Percival spoke, slight humor lacing his voice at his own inside joke, “Time for a little revenge,” snapping his Pepper-box into proper alignment. “And your noble quest, of course.“

Sounds of muffled scuffling and grunting echoed down the stone corridor, and a flash of bright light under the wooden door that suddenly swung open, followed by a body flying through. The group watched as you slid painfully across the floor, coming to a stop right between long legs. “O-ohhh,“ came the pitiful moan from your lips.

A disgruntled noise came from the fancier clothed gnome, arms gesturing vaguely around him. “Are you trying to wake up the entire village?”

One hand raised from the cold floor, simply throwing up a sparking middle-finger in his direction. “It’s not my fault if a spell backfires on me!” came a weak defense, all three members who knew you simultaneously quirked their brow. Silence fell over the group and your nose suddenly scrunched up. “Okay, but it’s still beside the point.”

Scanlan looked at you incredulously. “That’s entirely – “

The other gnome cut in, smiling tenderly down at you, but keeping her hands to herself as your body still showed signs of being conductive. “We just hope you’re okay,” obviously trying to diffuse the tension before an argument starts, again. “I know you didn’t mean to be so loud, but let’s all just try to be careful, okay?”

Throwing a side glance at Scanlan, who your next comment was totally not directed at, because you just weren’t that petty, you huffed, “At least someone cares.”

The druid looked dejected at your words, meekly raising one of her hands up. “I care.”

“I know, Keyleth,” you gave her a small smile, now beginning to sit yourself up, the pain beginning to dull.

She said spoke again, a still disheartened, "I care a lot."

During this endearing display of friendship, ever since he got a good look at your face between his legs, Percival was trying to decipher why you felt so familiar to him. Lately, that never seemed like a good occurrence, and he couldn’t help but watch every movement like a hawk. It wasn’t until you were sitting up, casting a glance over your shoulder in his direction, did realization finally hit him.

This exact moment tasted like déjà vu, and it was right on the tip of his tongue.

A couple of years ago, during the more unsavory times of his life – as if being labeled an occultist leader by the actual guilty party and thrown back into a cell wasn’t in that category – he had come across a strange woman who had spun the tale of him amounting to wonderful, glorious things beyond the mist of darkness that would consume his heart. For a moment, he had considered the possibility of her being accurate like a child’s dream in hoping for a better life beyond the revenge that fueled him, but then came the audacity that somewhere along the way he would find true love. That he had laughed at. Luckily, the gunslinger had owed her nothing as the delirious woman had come at him on her own accord.

Watching you now, however, as you stood up to face him, dusting off your clothes that looked in no better shape than his own, a hazy image of what the fortune teller showed him fell into step with yours, he couldn’t help but think: well, fuck …

Hands relaxing on your hips, you spoke teasingly, doing a quick once-over on him, “You must be the absolutely terrifyingly dangerous occult member that I have heard so much about.”

“Occultist leader.” Percival corrected you, a playful tilt to his lips, mirroring your stance. “Can’t have anyone spreading any false information now, can we?”

Of course, you knew it wasn’t true with what you had been told, that being the little bit of information that your friends had obtained from him this morning. So, naturally, you couldn’t help but indulge in his attempt at humor, a hand over your mouth as you let out what was almost a giggle.

Before you could come back with some quick quip, your wrist was being gripped by a pathetically groaning gnome, trying to tug you in the direction away from the gunslinger. “Let’s not forget the creepy flaming fucking horse ritual that we're actually here for, yeah?” you were reminded by Scanlan who had a reprimanding tone. “You can finish whatever the hell this is later.” letting him lead you away, you didn’t hesitate to throw a little smirk over your shoulder at the new member who was working on his boots, but that didn’t mean he missed it.

Watching you disappear around the corner, whining to the bard, Percival let himself chuckle.

… or, in remembrance of the more eloquently put phrase that he spoke earlier today; he is definitely in far more trouble than he thought.

#percival x reader #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #the legend of vox machina #vox machina x reader #critical role x reader #percival de rolo x reader #percy de rolo x reader #percy x reader

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partlystiles · 3 years

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Thank God For Quidditch - James Potter

james potter x fem!reader (smut)

summary: After Gryffindor fails to win a Quidditch Match, the other team’s captain’s teasing causes something in James to snap and the next thing he knows, he has her falling apart in his grasp.

word count: 4,795

warnings: NSFW, thigh riding, unprotected sex, praise, choking, hair pulling, swearing.

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Nothing inflates someone’s ego like praise. Y/N L/N knew that all too well, spending her days basking in every single compliment thrown her way for whatever she did whether it be someone liking her outfit or talking about the Quidditch game she had won the previous week. Whatever it was, Y/N thrived off of it all and the only thing more buzzing than an actual Quidditch match was the aftermath where people talked about it for hours on end and asked the team captain, Y/N, for a full recount of the match.

The biggest match was the one at the end of the year between the two houses in the finals. Also known as the one that her team had just won, their seeker catching the snitch in her hands with a loud laugh as the crowd erupted with noise and the commentator screamed about her skills. It was always the crowd that spurred Y/N on, their screaming smile and happy shouting making her feel proud of her team and her skills whilst she zoomed after the small little ball in the air.

��Yes, Y/N!” The team yelled in different variations as she flew down to the ground with the snitch still in her hand as the crowd raced each others out of the stands to come down to the field. She dismounted her broom and left it in the pitch before she raced over to her friends and threw herself into the Keeper’s arms and he twirled her around.

The cheering became louder as he lowered her and their heads snapped over to every tower where students were filtering out and running behind Madam Hooch who was approaching with the Quidditch cup in her hands. Other teammates patted her back in congratulations as she took the cup in her hands from Madam Hooch with glinting eyes at her accomplishment.

“Woah!” She exclaimed as the two beaters lifted her onto their shoulders and she was lifted above the shouting crowd with the cup in her hands. Even people supporting Gryffindor in the match were crowding around them and shouting congratulations, cheering with their friends banners instead of their red ones.

There was another sea of red further away from the ones in the crowd and Y/N’s eyes zeroed in on the large number 7 printed on the back of the Gryffindor Captain’s uniform as he walked not-so-calmly towards the changing rooms. He looked on the verge of a temper tantrum and Y/N smirked at the memory of his earlier words.

“Enjoy the pity party after the match, L/N.” James Potter had said, glaring as the two of them shook hands in the centre of the pitch. The grip was tight, both of them seeming like they were trying to cut off one another's circulation so the Chaser couldn’t carry the Quaffle and the Seeker couldn’t grasp the snitch.

“I’m sure you’ll throw it great, I’ll be at the actual party with the rest of my winning team.” She replied, a bitter smile on her lips as her crescent nails scraped over the material of his glove in the tight grip.

“It’s nice to have dreams, even if they are pathetically unrealistic.” He shrugged his shoulders as they let go of each others hands on Madam Hooch’s orders and walked away from each other to mount their brooms and fly up to their starting positions.

She had vowed to make him eat his words which thanks to her wonderful Quidditch skills, he had and now he was storming back to the changing rooms one second away from snapping his beloved broomstick in anger. Sirius Black was walking close to him and the other members of the team were walking back up to the castle instead of the changing rooms.

“Put me down, put me down.” Y/N laughed as she tapped one the heads of the two team members holding her up in the air; they let her down with a laugh and being up there was definitely better than being down on the floor where people were still cheering. “I’m gonna go rub it in Potter’s face.”

“Have fun.” Cory Michaels, one of the Beaters who had held her up, leaned down in excitement to kiss her cheek before he pushed her away and she started to worm her way through the crowd.

The praise followed her out of the clump and she soaked it all in with a smile whilst squeezing through the gaps between people who milled around the edge of the large ground, someone yelled and she glanced back with a scoff to see Cory being held in the air with cup that she had given to Cressida Bridge in his hands.

Jacob Jones was one of the last people who complimented the game on her way out of the circle, after she had passed him she broke into a small jog to get to her destination. The changing rooms weren’t that far away from the centre of the pitch but it was a fair distance, Y/N would do her bragging then return to her common room for the afterparty...there was always something inside her that itched to make James angry especially after Quidditch matches.

It was the way his eyebrows scrunched in irritation or the way that his cheeks flushed a bright red from the effort and sweat glistened on his skin from flying around the pitch and tossing the Quaffle around. Y/N was sweaty too, slipping the gloves off of her hands as she walked so they were free of their confines and the breeze hit them almost immediately because of her jogging.

Slowing down into a walk as she got closer to the changing room, she took off her shin guards and held them with her gloves. She was half-tempted to take her ponytail out but decided against it until she was having her shower and could cool herself down.

A few metres in front of her, the doors to the changing rooms opened and Sirius Black came out with pursed lips as he shut the door behind him and went to start walking but he froze at the sight of the opposite teams captain walking towards him. She had a smirk on her face, her eyes glinting with mischief as she stared at Sirius and he shook his head slowly towards her, his own smile peeking up.

“Not a good idea, beautiful.” He said as she got closer but all she did was smile at him and give him a small chuckle as she passed and he started walking with a smile. “Your funeral.”

Disregarding his comment, Y/N slowly pushed open the door to the changing room and saw Potter tugging a shirt on with his back to her. It was a simple white t-shirt and black jeans but he tugged the top on so aggressively that she wanted to laugh but just settled on closing the door and leaning against it before throwing her gloves and shin guards down onto the nearest bench with a clatter.

“I don’t want to hear it, Padfoot, you made your point.” He grumbled as he grabbed a bottle from his bag and put it up his shirt, spraying it in the direction of his armpits and Y/N wrinkled her nose up in disgust. “I’m overreacting.”

“I don’t know what a padfoot is-” She began to say and James jumped out of his skin as he whirled around and nearly stumbled whilst putting the cap back on his aftershave. “- but I’m not it.”

His expression turned sour as he stared at her and he turned back to his belongings to start packing his uniform in his Quidditch bag quickly, more aggressive now that she was in the room. “Come to gloat?”

“Yes, actually.” Y/N nodded with a smile and pushed herself off of the wall, walking closer to where James was packing his stuff up and she leaned against the wall beside that instead, meeting James’ eyes as he glanced at her. “What happened out there? You’re bad anyway, but today you were horrible.”

“Shut up.” He scowled, grabbing his red jersey and stuffing it into the bag on top of the Quidditch sweats they were all made to wear. Y/N only smirked slightly wide as she saw that she was affecting him.

“I mean, the Finbourgh Flick was a good tactic.” She continued casually as the rustling of the clothes got louder and James breathed more heavily in anger. “Too bad it didn’t work.”

“Quit it, will you?” He snapped at her, eyes flaring as the eye contact was made but he looked away with a rising and falling chest.

“The reverse pass was good on your part as a Chaser.” Y/N continued and James’ hands fumbled with his stuff whilst his face heated up with the humiliation and the anger. He glared heatedly her had the urge to just...push her into a wall and kiss her right on the mouth so she would shut up.

What?! He blinked for a second, erasing the thought from his mind with a shake of his head...the thought of kissing her should disgust him but through his angry haze he didn’t seem to be bothered whilst looking away from her features that glowed and glistened with a thin layer of sweat that looked disgustingly enticing in that moment.

“But that failed too...” She frowned mockingly and he glanced back up, eyebrows furrowing in anger and his hands itched to press her shoulders against the wall she was leaning on. Rendering her speechless. So he could have a moment of peace. “Your chasing skills were okay but same couldn’t be said for your captaincy...should’ve brushed them all up on their passes. That’s on you.”

He snapped, jerking away from his bag and towards her, his hands reaching to her arms as he slammed her back against the wall she was leaning on in anger and shoved his lips against hers to shut her up. She jolted slightly at the impact but she accepted the kiss as he stood an inch apart from her, hands gripping at her arms and eyes closing but still full with anger at the sight of her though they softened slightly behind is eyelids when he realised he had just pinned someone against the wall, kissed them roughly and let his anger get the best of him.

He pulled away just as roughly, panting whilst his eyes searched every detail on her face in fear he had made her uncomfortable in any way; it hadn’t been his intention but she just made him so mad. “I’m, uh, sorry.”

She panted just as heavily as him, her breath having been stolen by the way he slammed her against the wall and then his lips had pressed against hers with vigour. Though as his blazing eyes searched her face, he found no sign of uncomfortableness or disgust, instead he saw the smirk twitch at her lips again.

“Don’t apologise.” She breathlessly told him, licking her lips and James eyed the wetness that now covered them as he gulped at the sight and his eyes flicked back up to hers again. “Do it again if you’d like.”

Then she winked at him and James swore he went into cardiac arrest for a moment but he regained himself quickly before looking at the wetness on her lips and diving in again, pressing his lips roughly against hers before pulling back and doing it again and again and again. Like he was addicted. But he was still angry which he didn’t understand...James’ grip tightened on her arms slightly as he took a step closer so their noses nearly touched and he kissed her on the lips again.

Y/N responded as best she could, but the kisses he delivered were short and rough, not ones were she could give him the pleasure of kissing back. So she just let him attack her lips with his, feeling them bruise with every bit of pressure was put onto them with his endless kisses that came again and again and again. Every kiss got him more worked up it seemed and for one of them, he planted his lips onto hers and just pressed them there for longer, letting the feeling consume him.

She had no problem with it, just wished he would do something else to stimulate her building arousal. James grunted at one point and she prepared herself for his touch, his tongue pressed against her lips and she opened them immediately, welcoming him inside with a small, escaped breath. His tongue circled around hers, moving around her mouth as they groaned in unison.

Y/N desperately wanted to touch him somehow, but he still had her arms in his tight grip despite the fact that he was almost pressed against her completely and there wasn’t even any way she would want to leave now. She moved her tongue too and he grunted again, finally moving his hands from her arms to her his but still keeping her pressed against the wall.

She moved her arms out to wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her and letting her hands play with his hair, tugging at it slightly and making him groan as his hands travelled slightly higher but he stopped when he realised she was more or less still in her full Quidditch Uniform

He disregarded that fact for a minute and let his lips travel down across her jaw to her neck where he ducked his head down and she leant hers back to give him more access, his lips sucked gently at the skin as he kissed her neck and gave the occasional blow which caused a shiver down her back and the slightest arch.

James chuckled lowly at her back arching slightly and she groaned slightly at the sound and the breath on her neck, his kisses went further up her neck until he was dangerously close to her and she felt them skim her earlobe before his voice invaded her hearing. “I knew you liked me.”

She could practically hear the cocky smirk through the small laugh as he nipped gently at her earlobe before travelling his kisses back down to her neck. Y/N rolled her eyes and used her hands to grab James’ face before bringing him to face her. Both of them were breathing heavily and James quirked his eyebrows up at her as she made them meet eyes.

“Shut up.” She said to him breathlessly, pulling him back in to connect their lips and he smiled into the kiss they shared before he went serious again and stuck his tongue into her mouth again.

And again she welcomed it eagerly, the muscles circling around each other as they engaged themselves in a rough and passionate make out. James grabbed at her waist and pulled her right up against him, off of the wall so he could unzip the back of the jersey and push it off of her. He didn’t bother to unbutton the cape that attached at the bottom of the jersey so he just let it fall with it.

So now she was just in her long-sleeved black shirt, her black joggers and her boots. Y/N quickly discarded of her shoes, throwing them to the side and letting her sock-covered feet land on the hard wooden floor below her before she pulled her socks off too.

James didn’t waste any time in grabbing her by the back of her thighs and using his remarkable strength to hike her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and they engaged back in a heated kiss with his hands squeezing at her thighs and her hands running through his already messy hair.

He moved backwards as they kissed, both of their lips surely bruised by now from the roughness of their kissing. The feeling of her body against his was intoxicating and she craved so much more. James lowered himself onto one of the benches so she was now straddling him and they kept kissing one another, their heavy breathing loud amongst the thickening air of the changing rooms.

Caught up in the moment, Y/N grinded against James who groaned into their kiss and put his hands on her ass, squeezing as she grinded again and their tongues found solace touching the other. Soft breathy moans from Y/N and small groans from James filled the changing room and she felt thankful for the rest of the team deciding to shower back up at the castle instead of in the changing rooms.

James started to kiss at the skin on her neck, sucking and pecking it as Y/N continued to grind on him with her small moans. “Want you to ride my thigh.”

“What?” She breathed out, breath catching in her throat as he started sucking in the same spot for a while, surely leaving a mark.

“I want you...” He smoothed his tongue over the spot where he’d been sucking and Y/N exhaled shakily, bucking her hips. “to ride” He peppered kisses across the extra expanse of skin until his mouth had trailed up to her ear and he lowered his voice down to a whisper. “my thigh.”

“Okay.” Y/N moaned out softly and moved from straddling both of his thighs to straddling only one and looking at him to make eye contact, his eyes were alight yet dark with lust as he looked at her and before she started moving, his fingers ghosted over the hem of her shirt.

He pulled it off of her and she raised her arms so it slipped off easily and he threw it across the changing rooms without looking for an exact place to throw it. He then pulled his own shirt off and threw it away too.

His eyes were too busy travelling over the sight of her bra-covered chest and marvelling at the way it perfectly pushed up her breasts to where he could bury his face in them and kiss at the skin which made her moan out again as his hands groped at them hungrily. She tilted her head back as she felt his thumbs trace over the material of the cups and her nipples began to harden in arousal.

His fingers travelled around to her back and he unhooked her bra, pulling it off of her shoulders and throwing it in the direction of her shirt. He put his hands on her breasts again, groping at them and kissing them too, his hands just felt better now that it was skin on skin.

“Move, baby.” He whispered against her skin and she breathed softly as she began to drag herself along his thigh, feeling the faint stimulation as the joggers pressed against her knickers and her knickers pressed against her vagina.

A shiver went up her spine as she continued to move against him, breathing shakily and getting faster with every rut. He flexed his thigh from underneath her and moved his hands away from her breasts towards her ass to move her faster against his thigh which had her gasping and gripping his shoulders and moaning whilst the stimulation against her clit got faster and rougher and his hands were squeezing her ass harshly.

He groaned as she bucked faster, moaning whilst her fingers pressed into his skin and muscle. James even started to bounce his thigh which sent sparks of pleasure through her as her tits started to bounce on her chest and James watched them hungrily whilst they went up and down over and over and over again until she was a moaning mess on his body.

“I’m gonna-” She cut herself off with a loud moan, rutting faster in chase of her release as James leaned forward and stuffed his face into her neck, kissing and sucking and even nipping slightly at the skin there as he continued to bounce his hip. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, L/N.” He whispered roughly into her ear, squeezing her ass hard enough to leave a bruise as he bounced quicker and listened to the pretty noises that she let loose. “Do it for me.”

“For you,” She breathed out in a moan, tilting her head back whilst she thrusted faster and the lewd noises escaped her with no hesitation. “All for you.”

“All for me.” James chuckled into her ear and with one last loud cry of pleasure, Y/N released and continued to shake and stutter in her rhythm as she rode out of her high and James softly kissed her through it. “Well done, my girl.”

Y/N let her hands loosen their tight grip on him as she panted after her orgasm, letting her palms massage his shoulders instead of gripping them tight. James rubbed her ass before moving his hands up her back to smooth over the skin of her back whilst she calmed down.

“We’re not done yet.” He whispered into her ear and she moaned softly again at the declaration. James began to stand, making Y/N stand too and he slowly lowered his hands to pluck at the waistband of her joggers.

He crouched slowly, bringing the joggers down with him until they were pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them. His fingers travelled back up to get the waistband of her knickers and he pulled them down next, smiling cockily at the sight of the glistening wetness inside of it. She stepped out of those too and James stood back up with them still in his hand, her grabbed her face in his hand and showed them to her as her cheeks squished in his hold.

“Made such a mess.” He tutted, moving his hand that held her face so she was shaking her head. The confidence and dominance radiated off of him like he was a raging fire spreading smoke up into the air, Y/N loved it and the way he held her face in one hand made her go crazy.

James threw her knickers away too and she was left naked in front of her half-naked Quidditch nemesis. Who knew that this is where they would end up? Y/N moved her hand, getting the urge to make him feel good and she reached out towards his joggers, wanting to touch the bulge that had grown there but James grasped her hand before she could touch it and tutted again.

“I wanna make you feel as good as you made me.” She told him, words muffled by his hand squishing her cheeks but he understood her anyway by the way he smirked at her.

“You will make me feel good.” He released her cheeks and grabbed her hips instead, pulling her against him so her breasts pressed against his bare chest and she groaned slightly at the feeling. “By letting me fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Y/N moaned at the thought, trying to pull him down for a kiss but James pulled away which made her whine slightly. He chuckled at her noise as he began to walk them back against the wall and she shivered once her back pressed against the cold tiles and James towered over her with an aura of dominance. The rustling of his pants made her look down to where he was pushing both his joggers and his boxers down his legs before stepping out of them.

Y/N’s eyes trained to his erection and she licked her lips at the sight before looking up to James who smirked at the look in her eyes before wrapping his own hand around his dick and pumping it just to tease her because he said she couldn’t do it before. He let go of his dick, crouched and looped his arms underneath her thighs, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist like they had before as her weight was supported against the wall.

She moaned slightly as her pussy touched his bare body and he just smirked at her before pushing his hard dick into her with no prior prepping and enjoying the way her head tilted back against the wall with a large moan scraping at her throat. He went in slowly, watching her mouth fall agape further as one of her hands pressed against the wall behind her another grappled at his shoulder, with every inch that went in, the wider her mouth fell with the pleasurable pain he was delivering.

James bottomed out and held himself in there for a couple of seconds, kissing at her neck and sucking another mark whilst she got comfortable. His other one he had made stood out as a bright red blotch on the side of her neck and James kissed at that again, Y/N whimpering at the touch.

He began to pull out in a slow pace before taking his time pushing back in, he continued the slow pace as he let her get used to it. The feeling was remarkable and Y/N moaned softly as he slid in and out of her agonisingly slow.

“Faster.” She panted, her chest heaving and James stopped altogether, bringing her to whimper but then his mouth was against her ear again.

“As you wish.” He said, his raspy voice heavenly in her ears and she allowed herself to revel in it for a moment before her peace was interrupted by James’ hips slamming into her and causing a loud moan to pour out of her lips as he kept thrusting into her whilst she balanced herself against the wall.

His thrusts were relentless, in and out over and over. He spoke through gritted teeth whilst slamming and thrusting into Y/N. Moans were spilling from her lips with no mercy and her tits were bouncing up and down over and over as James kept up his rough pace. He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in over and over and over again with praise and profanities spilling shamelessly from him.

“Yeah, my good girl, fuck yeah.”

At his words, she let out moans which were met with groans from James as he thrusted in and out with his eyes on his girlfriends breasts which were bouncing for his view and Y/N attempted to bounce herself back on his dick with a screwed up face from the pleasure whilst her eyes tried to peak down at where James was thrusting into her but he reached back and pulled their hair so they were looking up at the ceiling of the changing rooms.

“James-” She cut herself off, their eyes rolling back in their head as James put a hand around her throat and laughed at their fucked out expression and went impossibly faster into her. The moan that she wanted to let out was blocked by his hand gripping her neck tightly, his fingers pressing into the skin whilst the sound of skin slapping echoed around the rooms.

“You like my hand around your pretty neck?” He grunted and she nodded, her hand on his shoulder going to touch his arms as a whimper made its way out and James laughed lowly. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes.” She choked out, moaning as James loosened his grip slightly when he felt his orgasm approaching. Y/N could feel her own, the coil slowly tightening in the pits of her stomach as her eyes rolled back again and James groaned louder. “James, fuck me.”

“Come on, baby.” He moaned, going faster and Y/N whimpered repetitively as his dick brushed against her g-spot and it prodded at the pressure point repeatedly. “Come on. Cum all over me, my good girl, cum on my dick.”

His words sent multiple shivers down her spine and finally, with motivation from James’ thrusts against her g-spot and his hand tightening on her neck again at the chase for his own release, Y/N let go and had her second orgasm all over James’ dick that was still pounding into her but starting to stutter in it’s rhythm. She clenched around him and it took a lot of self-control for James to pull out and let his own cum squirt up all over her torso.

Once both of their orgasms had mulled over, Y/N leaned her head forward and rested her forehead on James’ as they both panted and their chests went up and down in unison. James tilted his head so his lips could catch hers and Y/N responded softly, the kiss softer than their rough ones which had started the whole thing off.

“Thank god for Quidditch, huh?” Y/N muttered against his lips and he managed a chuckle, the two of them naked and sweaty but still laughing with each other after a failed match for one of them.

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Tattoo Heart

Summary: Tony and you make a dumb drunk decision. He gives you a tattoo.

“Um, what the hell, Tony! You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It’s not! It’s well-proportioned. Really it’s the best heart I’ve ever drawn. I don’t know why you’re so upset. It could have been worse.”

“The heart isn’t the problem. You tattooed Wanda’s name on it!”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re mad.”

You poked your sore arm. Out of all places, he had to tattoo it on your arm above your elbow where everyone could see. Talk about bad placement.

You pout, “How am I supposed to hide this?��

“Baseball tee’s could make a comeback. You’ll be a trendsetter,” he suggests, not helping at all.

You glare at him. “You’re paying for it to be removed.”

“I expected no less,” he concedes. You’re still touching the tender spot, frowning. He stops you. “Poking it is not going to make it go away.”

“Fuck! I’m never getting drunk with you again,” you vow.

“You say that now, but come Friday night, whiteclaw in hand, you’ll have no recollection of this ever happening.”

“Getting a tattoo with your crush’s name on it is kind of hard to forget, Tony,” you spit out. He wears a sheepish smile. Speaking of the party on Friday, “Shit!”

“What?” Tony asks, clearly not processing the situation you’re in as fast as you are.

“Wanda’s gonna be there,” you remember.

“Well, yeah. It’s Pietro’s birthday party and they’re twins so,” he comments sarcastically.

“It’s a pool party. How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Just don’t get in the pool. Or you know what, just don’t go. Say you got sick,” Tony suggests.

“I can’t do that. She expects me to be there and I don’t want to let her down on her birthday,” you explain. Wanda had personally invited you to her party, saying you were going to be her partner for beer pong.

“Fine. Don’t worry about it too much. We have all week to figure something out,” he reasons. You guess he’s right. No use in stressing too much.

Friday afternoon comes too fast.

You’re stressing as you look at yourself in the mirror. You look ridiculous.

“You’re literally a genius and this was the best you could come up with?” you complain. You already feel yourself sweating. You hadn’t thought of what to wear. You only had your one piece bathing suit. Tony told you he had something and you trusted him. What he brought you, a long sleeve rashguard to wear over your bathing suit.

“Makeup was just going to wash off. We couldn’t chance it. This way, you can get in the pool,” he says.

“I look like I’m going surfing, not a pool party,” you huff.

“You look fine. If anyone asks, you burn easily. Now let’s go. Your girlfriend is waiting on you,” he rushes you along, grabbing your stuff for you. You throw on some shorts and slip on some sandals.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you mumble, blushing as he pushes you out the door.

“Oh, I know. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if she was.” He closes the door.

Pietro opens the door for you and Tony. You both hug him and congratulate him on another year of being on this earth or as Tony puts it, “Congrats on being one year closer to death!”

Technically, their birthday is tomorrow but they always have a birthday dinner with their parents, so they celebrate with their friends either the day before or after. You and Tony hand Pietro your present for him.

“Just don’t open it in front of your parents,” you warn. He decides to unwrap it right then. You roll your eyes at his impatience to wait until tomorrow. To his satisfaction it’s running shoes with a bottle of alcohol in each shoe. He laughs, thanking you for his present. He notices you looking around, searching for a certain somebody. He already knows who you’re looking for.

“She’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, a smirk appearing on his face when you blush at being so obvious. You thank him and go find Wanda.

As Pietro said, she is in the kitchen fixing some appetizers to bring outside. What you weren’t prepared for was her already in her bikini, like she’s ready to jump into the pool. Her two piece bathing suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination but you’re quite the daydreamer it seems. You’re snapped out of your trance by Wanda clearing her throat.

She wears a smirk much like her brother’s and you splutter an embarrassed, “H-hi! Happy Birthday. You, uh, you look good. Great! You look ready for the pool.”

She smiles, amused by your awkwardness. “Thank you. You look ready for the beach.”

You blush. “Yeah, I burn easily,” you lie and quickly move on, handing her the present you got her. “Here.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, but you shake your head. “Of course I did. It’s your birthday tomorrow. You can open it now if you want. Your brother did.”

“Unlike my brother, I can wait. Let me go put it in my room. I’ll be right back. Wait here,” she requests. You nod and she leaves with her present. You respectfully turn your gaze to the appetizers, not wanting to ogle her backside.

“Cowabunga, dude! What the hell are you wearing?”

“No way. I almost wore the same thing. Good thing I didn’t or that would be embarrassing.”

You roll your eyes, turning around to see Sam and Rhodey, both clearly amused by their own jokes. You give them an unimpressed look and they laugh harder.

“Haha. So very funny,” you deadpan.

“Seriously, Y/N, why are you wearing that? It’s like a thousand degrees,” Rhodey asks.

“Maybe I’m insecure and you guys laughing just makes me feel worse? Maybe thought of that?” you retort, but neither buy it. They look at each other and start laughing.

“Insecure, my ass. You almost give Tony Stark a run for his money in the size of ego,” Sam says between laughs. You just roll your eyes.

Wanda returns to find the guys pressing you about the long sleeves.

“Hey, Wanda. I think you might have given Johnny Kapahala the wrong address. She’s gonna be late for the competition,” Sam jokes and you hate that you get the joke. Wanda doesn’t and looks adorably confused. All she knows is they’re referring to you so she looks at you for an explanation but you ignore her in order to throw your own remark.

“At least Johnny wasn’t afraid to swim at the beach,” you bite, making Rhodey and Wanda laugh and Sam take offense.

“There are sharks!” Sam defends himself, making you all laugh.

The three of you help Wanda bring out the appetizers to the backyard. They’ve got a table and a bunch of chairs laid around. Wanda asks if you’d like a drink and goes to fetch one for the two of you while you greet other friends.

“You didn’t want one?” You ask her when she returns with only one drink. “If we’re going to be beer pong partners, you can’t leave me drinking alone.”

She giggles and takes a swig from your drink. “Happy?” She asks when she returns the drink to you and smirks upon seeing the slight blush on your cheeks.

You get a few more remarks about the rashguard but with a few drinks in everyone’s system, the pool is more enticing than poking fun at you. You didn’t plan to get in the pool but with a simple “come on” from Wanda, you’re cannonball jumping into the deep end.

Once it’s dark, you all begin to vacate the pool in order to play games. You and Wanda play two games of beer pong seeing as neither of you are very good and you think you’ll surely be sick if you play another round.

You eat, you dance, you sit around and talk to your friends, and Wanda is with you the whole time. It’s midnight and you’re right beside her as everyone sings for her and Pietro. She hands you the first slice of cake, which you eat standing up just to stay next to her as she cuts a piece for everyone.

It’s nearing 2am as people begin to leave. Wanda and Pietro make sure everyone is getting home safely, either taking a LIFT or having a designated driver. You and Tony stay later to help the twins clean up, which they greatly appreciate.

Almost an hour later, the house looks as if there hadn’t been a party. You and Tony wish them happy birthday once more before he pulls out his phone to call an Uber. The twins insist you two stay, that it is way too late and they’d feel better if you do.

Tony wiggles his eyebrows discreetly at you when Wanda invites you to sleep in her room. You spare him a warning glance before following Wanda to her room. She offers you some pajamas and hands you a long sleeved tshirt like you ask. You excuse her questioning glance saying you get cold at night.

You change in the bathroom. When you return, you find Wanda also in her pajamas sitting on her bed with the present you gave her earlier in her hand.

“You want to open that now?” You ask, amused at her eagerness to open it.

“I mean it is my birthday now,” she reasons. You nod, closing the door and going to sit next to her. “Or is this one of those ‘open when you’re alone’ presents?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “What kind of presents are those?”

“One of those romantic ones like in the movies that show that you’ve always loved me or something,” she replies. Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden with the way she stares at you. She reads the nervousness on your face and takes pity, continuing, “Or a vibrator.”

You burst in giggles. “Damn it. How’d you know?” you joke.

It’s not a vibrator, obviously. You got her two necklaces, one gold with her name and the other sterling silver with her initials.

“I was going to just get you the gold one but then I thought maybe you wanted one to match all those rings you wear so, that’s why there are two,” you explain.

She puts the box aside and throws her arms around you, pulling you flush into her. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I could totally return those and get you a vibrator if that's what you want,” you laugh. She pulls back immediately, a frown on her face.

“No, they already have my name,” she protests, pulling a chuckle from you. She hands you the golden one that says ‘Wanda’ and asks, “Will you put this one on me?”

At your nod, she twists around, turning her back to you and sweeping her hair up. You struggle with the clasp a little due to your nervousness, but you get it. Had you paid closer attention, you would have noticed how Wanda shivered at your touch.

She turns back around and you admire her with your gift around her neck. “It looks great on you.”

She leans toward you again and you assume it’s to give you another hug, which you wouldn’t mind one bit, but she doesn’t move her head to the side the way one does to hug someone. Her nose bumps into yours and you realize she’s going to kiss you.

For some damn reason you pull away before her lips reach yours. She looks embarrassed and begins to apologize, “Sorry, I misread that. I thought with the present and the way you’ve been looking at me all day, shit.”

“No, you didn’t misread anything,” you reassure her. She relaxes. “Can we try that again? I was just nervous, but I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Wait.” You get up and make a show of shaking off the nerves and pumping yourself up before you sit back down. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

She giggles, grabbing your face and pulling you into her, kissing the life out of you. She moves to lie back on the bed and you follow her lead. You’re kissing and it’s getting hot and she tugs on your shirt. You remove it without a second thought. You begin kissing down her neck pulling sweet noises when you leave a love bite. She gasps and grips your arm, right above your elbow.

You flinch in pain. The sudden intake of breath tips her off and she pulls her hand away. She asks worriedly, “Are you okay?”

You remember the tattoo and the fact that it’s not so hidden right now. You start to panic. “Yep, why? Are you okay?”

She narrows her eyes in suspicion, but you kiss her with the intention to make her forget. A minute later, she does it again, grabbing right on that spot. You try not to, but she hears the small groan and she pulls away. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” you lie.

“Then why do you flinch every time I grab your arm?” She moves to grab your arm again to prove a point but you move it away.

“Nothing’s wrong with my arm,” you deny. She sits up and reaches for your arm. Once more you pull out of reach.

“Y/N, let me see your arm,” she demands.

“Okay.” You try to save yourself from some of the embarrassment by explaining, “But before you look, just know I did it on a drunken dare and I didn’t know until the day after what Tony actually wrote.”

That piques her curiosity and she shuffled around you to take a look at your arm. You can’t watch, so you hide your face behind the palm of your other hand. You expect her to either laugh at you or get upset, but moments pass and you don’t hear anything.

You get the nerve to look over your shoulder at Wanda. She looks indecisive about what she wants to say, but she doesn’t look mad. Finally, she says, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you like me or not.”

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face again. She laughs and pulls you into her as she lies back down. “Don’t laugh. It’s embarrassing enough getting your crush’s name tattooed on you. I don’t need her to actually make fun of me.”

“Aww, you have a crush on me?” she coos.

You pull away, giving her a deadpan look. “No, I get girls’ names tattooed on me all the time.”

“Having your crush’s name tattooed is embarrassing,” she agrees.

You narrow your eyes, thinking she's just making fun of you now and that was the last thing you need but she continues, “So how about we say it’s your girlfriend’s name?”

Your eyes widen. Wanda bites her lip nervously, waiting for your answer, and that’s how you know she’s serious. You blush, “That would be less embarrassing.”

“I think so too. So what do you say?” She asks, wanting a clear answer.

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” you answer.

She smiles and kisses you. You can’t help the giddy laughter that comes after.

“You know, he didn't do too bad. It’s pretty well-proportioned.”

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